<div align="center"><strong>-=the raggedy girl – Eavesdown Docks – not so with the blending=-</strong></div><br/>The dock foreman dragged his eyes over the girl’s ill-fitted jumpsuit, imagining the curves underneath. What an appealing bit of fun she’d be if she were cleaned up a bit.<em>Tian xiao de</em>, he wasn’t picky about the sweat and dirt – that was the hard-working state she was going be in momentarily anyway. He wanted her banged up against the inner wall of that open storage container, thinking that her jumpsuit was an awkward choice for her profession, no easy access without removing the whole thing. The foreman’s thoughts raced ahead to the needful actions of his pent up desire.<br/><br/>Withdrawing a couple of bills from his pocket, he waved the money in front of her face, advancing with his free hand extended. “C’mon, curvy, I ain’t got all day. Let’s get a move on,” he ordered, indicating the space around the corner behind her.<br/><br/>Unmoving and confused, the redhead just stood there, glancing about to the anonymous crowd beyond him, relieved that there were only a handful of people looking their way. Taking a chance at making eye contact, she turned to look at the two women nearby, wondering if they understood what he wanted from her. The strawberry blonde doxy was pouting huffily and swatting her fan closed, ready to take back her semi-regular customer, advancing with a shout.<br/><br/>“Larry, Larry? Don’ get yer pecker dirty with that bit of trash – you want quality flesh, hun.” To illustrate her point, she turned the hinged end of her long fan to her frilly skirt hem and lifted it, showing off her thigh-high stockings and the single layer of lacy undergarments covering her groin. Her ebony-locked friend slipped up behind her, a scowl pinned to her darkly made up eyes, curling her glossy red lips.<br/><br/>The foreman was used to the catcalls and teasing of the whores, their appeal merely physical. He’d had them each separately more than once, and on one particularly explosive occasion, one after the other. The strawberry-blonde’s mouth was exceptional and the raven-haired slut could contort herself into the most intriguing positions. However, he was stressed and longing for something different – maybe a little slap and tickle with the soft-looking ingénue. Grinning, he advanced on the girl, his hand stroking the bills along her jumpsuit’s zipper, making an example of what he wanted her to do next. She looked down, knowing that his offer of money was for something… but what? Wrapping her hand tentatively around the paper money, she looked back up to his reddened face, her brows knitted over her blue eyes.<br/><br/>“C’mon, me luscious – time to get busy.” Intending to guide her away from the busy corridor and around a corner of the storage unit for minimal privacy, he grasped her shoulder, turning her with a nudge. She seemed to wake up and fought the guidance, ducking under his arm and skittering a dozen feet away before stopping to assess her situation – where would she go?<br/><br/>“Oi, me credits! Hard to get? That’s not the normal…” he muttered, becoming impatient. He’d already paid her, there should be some reciprocal trade of goods by now. The jumpsuited woman backed up against the metal container wall hard, her body’s impact making a muffled bang. She gasped and tried to duck the other direction, running toward the established doxies in her attempt to avoid his touch. The foreman grinned again, imagining the conquering of his playful entertainment. Running after her, he got an earful from the squawking doxies, protestations and arguments as to their worthiness for his money and time filtering right back out of his ears as he hardened under his suit. The girl was soft as a lamb and he was the proverbial wolf, ready to ‘capture’ her inside the very storage unit she’d been lounging against. Oh, the echoes her gasps and grunts would make in there!<br/><br/>“<em>Meh lian duh jyah ji</em>, get in there. I want you on your knees. You best be ready for me – I don’t want to waste any more time.” Making his point evident, he pressed the front of his jumpsuit along his hip, the bulge heralding his intentions. Eying this, the girl panicked, dropping the money. She ducked and rolled past the doxies, the brunette swiping out with a heeled kick, just missing her in the dust.<br/><br/>Everything seemed to happen so fast, someone watching would have been dizzied by the ridiculousness of the situation. Running out into the boulevard, the henna’d girl backed away from the dock foreman, breathing in short fast gulps of air, terrified. Becoming angry over her refusal to commit to her profession, Larry pushed through the chattering doxies and reached out with his fingertips, just grasping the top of the jumpsuit over the girl’s chest. The strawberry-blonde wrapped an arm around his shoulder, trying to promise in his ear just what she’d be willing to do to him for his money. Thrown off his balance, his arm yanked down harder than he’d intended, tearing the zipper halfway open. A yelp escaped the lips of the buxom girl as her deep cleavage became visible for scrutiny. Wrapping her arms around herself, there was a moment of bright white and naked curvy flesh on display, the foreman’s grin widening.<br/><br/>The dark-haired doxy couldn’t stand the insult any more and shrieked cruel names as she swatted at the interloper with her heavy closed fan. The money forgotten inside the storage bin, the four of them made a scene, wrestling and screaming near the middle of the street. Only by the smaller size and quickness of the nearly exposed girl did she escape the grasping hands and bruising swats of the tumult, running in her worn socks past the docked ships. Invitations and catcalls followed her, such free entertainment unusual along the Eavesdown Docks.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/><em>Tian xiao de</em>– Heaven knows what.<br/><em>Meh lian duh jyah ji</em>– Shameless hussy.