She walked into the alleyway with intent. The alleyway was different from the usual hooker alleys or places to press and thrust against a wall. Many a drunken reveler wandered down this one looking to get their rocks off; either with someone they picked up, a stray hooker, or the monsters that hid further down in the shadows.
She entered the alleyway, and a couple leaned against the exposed brick wall a little less than ten feet in front of her. The woman, somewhat intoxicated and wearing a red spaghetti strap dress, was going at the man's crotch with a bored look on her face. The woman licked with a mechanical intent, showing more interest in relieving her somewhat meek wetness than the taste of the flesh before her. The man, equally buzzed, noticed this lack of effort, and though enjoying some stimulation, was annoyed at the situation.
"Come on, you can do better than that," the man said in a voice that wasn't even trying to appreciate the sucking and licking.
The woman stopped, lifted her head, and flipped him off. "Eat me," the woman snapped with a discouraged glare.
"Don't mind if I do!" With a snicker, the man lifted the woman up, flipped her over, and pushed aside her lace panties to jab his tongue into her crotch while holding her up. The woman gasped as this was happening, then moaned angrily, knowing she now had to actually work it a little bit. They could not hold for long, though: With both of them drunk, their attempts to stabilize their position ended up knocking over a pallet next to them, which cracked, and tipping over a garbage can. They decided to cut their losses and slowly lay down instead, even though the pavement was dirty with sand and slick. The girl was most amused by the comedy, giggling as she walked past them and over one of the pallet boards like a tight rope.
The woman stopped for a second. "What is she doing?" she asked.
"I wouldn't worry," the man reassured, "she's probably drunk."
"Drunk girls can't balance beam," the woman responded before going back to her task.
She continued down the alleyway, quivering, everything becoming harder to see from the lack of light. She was wearing a nice dress, a shimmery one-piece that fit her figure well. It had been worn enough times that she liked it for when she was attempting to pick up guys, but she wasn't too worried if it got torn. She wore a durable long jacket over it, but no panties or bra. Her shoes had 4-inch heels, but were certainly not stilettos: Wearing those would likely break here, becoming victims of the cracked pavement that covered the alleyway.
She moved deeper into the alleyway, a bit nervous, seeing the path narrow a little with trash, dirty clothes, and other debris strewn about. Sure, she had slept with a few boys and maybe one or two men in the few years since her hymen broke on her mother's giant bed during a long holiday weekend. The question was, what were her limits? She knew of the creatures in the alleyways, the forests, and the sea. She did not spurn them like some of her friends. Thus she sought her destination: a small back lot that served as an entrance to a decaying warehouse that housed many creatures, which the city avoided condemning out of fear for the consequences. As she passed by the used condoms and odd scratch marks that covered the walls, she felt a pleasure of tension wracking her brain: a desire to fulfill a unique need and interest tugging one end, a fear of what could happen to her pulling the other. Her curiosity pushed her forward.
She brushed by something rough and textured, just before the alley opened up to the back lot. She took another two steps before she was stopped and grabbed from behind. The forcefulness of the grab pulled her back a step, and a large, spiny arm wrapped around her chest, clawed hand firmly on her breast. She gasped, but the response was more instinctual than fearful. She felt a hot breath push down on the top of her head. Slowly the breath moved toward her ear.
"What have we here," a voice spoke, dark yet calm. "You lost, little one?" The way was comforting, reassuring, despite the sinister pitch and timbre. She shook her head. He pulled her closer.
"So why are you here?" he inquired. The closeness of his voice stirred her insides with pleasant shocks reverberating over one side of her body; she felt something drip slowly down her thigh. But the anxiety of merely coming out here clashed hard with her eagerness and lust for having a chance with this creature. Fighting with all the courage and will she could muster, she gamely moved her arm to grab his thick, intricately ornate member.
