NOTE: This is the 12th part of the Ballad of Emily Jeffers, a seemingly naive and clueless woman for whom sex comes naturally, and sexual manipulation by others is her entire life. It's a story, and as such all characters are fictitious. New characters are introduced from time to time. Even so, those fictitious characters are all 18 years old and older.
I'd gone to Haler City for new tires for my car and ended up buying a used whore. She was a young thing but had already been a whore for some time, her best before date long past and her future short. She slept as we drove, and Mrs. Eaton was also asleep, havin' been fucked, used, and made to suck cock all afternoon, proof that her mouth was good for something.
We got back to Johnsons Hollow close to nine o'clock. I took both women into my place and got Fiona to take off her clothes and I took them and threw them in the trash.
"But I got no other clothes, Lawton," she said. "I got nothin' to put on."
I got her in the bathtub and let her soak in the hot water.
"Millie Tanner's gonna come by tomorrow and we'll get you some new clothes," I said. "Mrs. Tanner is a part-time whore and works in a women's clothin' store. But when you're here, you don't need to wear no clothes at all. Mrs. Eaton doesn't, and Ms. Jeffers upstairs doesn't. People need quick and easy access to a whore's cunt and tits. We go out, you'll put on some whore clothes Mrs. Tanner will help you pick out."
For some reason I thought of Fiona as a kid, but in truth, she was more than three years older than me. She was small and seemed vulnerable and even naive, despite fuckin' and suckin' numerous men every day for years. I helped her get the water temperature just right and I gave her soap and bubble bath and talked to her. She was beautiful in a broken kind of way. Like somethin' precious that got dropped and was put back together not quite perfect but real close.
Her small tits were just above the water level and her little nipples had holes in them from some long ago piercin' and she had little scars here and there. And I'd noticed her pussy lips were also pierced on each side like you could lace them up with string if you wanted. She looked fragile and broken and tired. As she leaned back against the tub and closed her eyes she looked so exhausted, but not the kind from a long day, the kind from a hard life for a long time. Her small hand raised up from the water and through the bubbles and she found my hand and held it. Maybe she was an Angel. An angel with the scar from a cigarette burn on the back of her hand. I'd of killed whoever did it if I'd of known who.
After half an hour or so the water cooled enough she got out. I helped her up and she washed her hair under the shower head. I watched her tits bob and sway some and felt a stirin' thinkin' how they'd feel. I could count her ribs she was so thin, and her hip bones just jutted out. She shaved her cunt and her legs and I think felt better. Maybe like she was clean, at least physically.
Finally she was dried off and her hair up in a towel. She was a brunette with shoulder-length hair and green eyes with flecks of hazel. The broken nose made her face slightly asymmetrical and, I thought, added to her allure. I knew she had once been stunning. A prize for who ever got her. A prize to use and abuse and eventually ruin completely. That's how us human beings do things sometimes. And then I thought, she's maybe even more beautiful now and that I legally owned her body and had papers to prove it.
I sat her at the kitchen table and we had coffee. Mrs. Eaton came back down and stood behind her and trimmed and styled her hair. Ms. Jeffers showed up because one of her Black cocks had cancelled. I introduced her to Fiona and I could see right off they were kindred spirits and one would look after the other with Mrs. Eaton shared between them.
Though Ms. Jeffers had showered, you could easily tell she'd been fuckin' for hours. Her pussy was red and swollen with distended lips that hung open as usual. Her tits were covered in red marks and the nipples were rough lookin' and swelled up from lips and tongues and teeth playin' with them.
Fiona was in awe of the naked, blonde whore.
"Pleased to meet you, Fiona," Ms. Jeffers said, movin' in close and takin' her hand and holdin' it. "Mary's been tellin' how Lawton bought you off one of them Haler City pimps who was probably gonna put you down soon. You're just so beautiful. You look like a little angel come to stay here on Earth."
Fiona blushed and tears were threatenin'.
"I ain't no angel," she said real low. "Things I done ain't no angel ever done. I'm just a worn out whore like Billy said. But today's the best day of my entire life. Lawton saved me, I met you and Mary. And I'm back home in Johnsons Hollow after, um, after I don't know how many years. I wonder if my mom remembers me. Maybe somebody could tell her I'm home. Maybe she's been wonderin' whatever happened to me."
Ms. Jeffers and Mrs. Eaton were now down on their knees either side of her chair, holdin' her and huggin' her and kissin' her forehead and cheeks. Fiona sobbed and threw her arms around Mrs. Eaton and Ms. Jeffers threw her arms around both of them.
I let them be for a bit, makin' up the bed in the spare room Mrs. Tanner uses to fuck her clients. I'd clean out the other little bedroom for Fiona in the morning and then take her over to Mrs. Tanner's shop and get her some whore clothes.
After half an hour or so of me cleanin' up and makin' it nice for Fiona, Mrs. Eaton and Ms. Jeffers led her into the room and we laid her naked on the bed under some nice fluffy covers and we set with her and talked and told her stuff. I got her mother's name and found her in the phone book and called her up. I knew it was late, but I felt it was important.
"Um, Hello," said a woman's voice.
"Ah, is this Elizabeth," I asked.
"Yes, you're talking with Elizabeth," she replied. "Who is this? What's this about callin' so late."
"Sorry mam," I said. "My name's Lawton and I just wanted to let you know your daughter Fiona is here with me in Johnsons Hollow and she's kind of anxious to see you."
There was silence for maybe thirty seconds.
"Mam, are you still there," I asked. "Hello?"
"I don't know who you are, Mr. Lawton," she said, her voice shaky and high. "My daughter's been gone goin' on five years and you're just bein' cruel sayin' she's still alive and right here in the Hollow. Chief Wallace done investigated and them cops over in Haler City done the same. I'm gonna hang up now."
"Wait," I said. "Wait please. You can talk to her right now. I can put her on the phone and you can talk to her. She ain't dead and she ain't missin' no more."
I was walkin' through the hallway to the room where Fiona lay, the other whores calmin' and soothin' her and makin' her feel at home. The phone had one of them really long coiled up cords.
"Here she is, mam," I said. "I'll put her on."
