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Gray World

By Rob Darnell

Copyright ©2024

Each evening, Angie changed out of her respectful clothes and donned a white button-up-the-front dress shirt and a plaid skirt that was too short. She pulled on long socks that went up just past her knees, tied cute tennis shoes and set out into the night.

This had been her life when she was between the ages of seventeen and twenty. She left the life behind for a number of years, but now she was twenty-eight, married and living in a hotel. She and her husband had been unsuccessful in finding decent employment and their situation left her with no choice. To be homeless again was the worst thing she could imagine.

It was a pleasant summer evening. A thunderstorm was an hour gone and its scent still lingered in the air. Angie loved the scent. It was another one the pleasantries that most people took for granted. The before and after storm scent reminded her of better times.

A car horn honked.

Angie looked over her shoulder at the Cadillac crawling along the curb. The driver was a middle-aged man behind a pair of wire framed glasses.

Angie turned to the car as it came to a stop and leaned in the passenger window.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” the man said. “What’s your price?”

“That depends,” Angie said. “What services are you seeking?”

“What services do you offer?”

“I give blowjobs and handjobs,” she said.

The man was looking at her, the faintest hint of a smile on his face and his eyes twinkling.

“That’s fine,” he said. “What’s the cost?”

“For a handjob, fifty dollars,” Angie said. “For a blowjob, it’s a hundred.”

The man reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. He fanned the money out and Angie saw that he had more than enough for her services.

“Please get in,” he said.

Angie opened the door and dropped into the passenger seat. As soon as she closed the door, the man’s hand was on her thigh. He stroked her thigh gently as he drove away from the curb.

Angie looked straight ahead, not smiling, thinking only about the money she would make and how she desperately needed it.

“Call me Tom,” the man said and gave her thigh a squeeze. “What’s your name?”

“Angie,” she said, simply.

“You’re a sweet girl, Angie.”


Tom gently took hold of her wrist. He pulled her hand to his lap and left it there.

“Get it out,” he said. “Rub it.”

Angie unbuttoned and unzipped Tom’s pants. Tom’s penis was erect and his shorts were peaked. Angie pulled the shorts down.

And she hesitated.

There were warts on Tom’s penis. The warts were big and brown

You don’t like the look of that, do you?” Tom said.

Angie pulled her hand away and leaned back in her seat.

“I said, you don’t like the look of that, do you?”

Angie looked over at Tom. He was giving her a wormy smile. She knew he liked her discomfort. It was what he preferred, in fact.

She would bolt from the car next time Tom stopped for a red light. Tom was no longer just creepy, he was beginning to seem dangerous.

“The door won’t open,” Tom said. “It locked when you got in and it can only be unlocked from my side.”

Men of his sort were a common encounter for women in her line of work. Many girls have disappeared because of men like Tom.

“You’re going to suck me off,” Tom said.

He r eached over, put his hand on her thigh and resumed petting her. Angie cringed.

She reached down to the door lever and took it in her hand. When Tom slowed for a red light, Angie tugged on the lever. But the door would not open.

She looked across the car and saw the switches on the driver’s door. She contemplated going for them, but a smirk appeared on Tom’s face and she knew that was what he wanted her to do.

The light turned green and Tom drove forward. If there had been other cars at the intersection, Angie would have yelled for help.

Tom made a left turn without stopping.

Angie didn’t know this road. It was dark, there were no street lamps and none of the buildings seemed to have electricity. The only lights were the beams of the headlights.

Tom slowed the car down and stopped. He removed the key from the ignition, got out and closed his door. The darkness that engulfed Angie was frightening. She could not see her hand in front of her face.

Several minutes went by and Tom had not come back. Angie climbed over the divider and into the driver seat. She pulled on the door lever and was grateful when the door opened.

Angie climbed out of the car. She looked around, but if there was anyone near her, it was too dark to see them. But, looking back the way they had come, she could see light at the end of the road.

“Now you can run,” Tom said, his voice somewhat distant. “Next time you might not be so lucky.”

Angie didn’t bother looking around for Tom. She ran toward the lights at the end of the road.

About Rob Darnell:

Rob Darnell likes beer, baseball and rock n roll.

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