Chapter 8
Helen knew that one of the reasons why she was so hostile toward Liz, the new girl who moved into Ruby's room, was because it had all happened to fast. She had thought of the fact that Liz had no idea about Ruby and what had happened to her. Liz was only some young girl who needed some work and wanted to whore. Jimmy had obviously just picked her up and set her up in Ruby's room.
Still, the hatred was there.
The night of Ruby's death, Helen had gone back down to work the streets. She had seen Jimmy standing across Forty-second street, glaring at her. She felt chills throughout her entire body, but tried to act calm.
When Liz had come downstairs, Jimmy had taken her hand and had led her over to introduce her to Helen.
Helen had taken Liz's hand and she had shaken it, however, she had been quite cold the whole time.
"Helen can tell you a little bit about the street," Jimmy had said.
After he had walked away, Helen had stood there, stone-faced.
"So tell me something," Liz had said to her. "Some quick tips."
"Get out before you get in too far," Helen had said. "I think that's the best bit of advice I can give you. Get the fuck out before you sink in this shit."
Liz had looked at her, rather angry.
"Look, I want the fucking money that you can make by doing this. You're just a fucking jealous whore. You don't like competition. '
"There is no competition when you work for a pimp, don't you know that?" Helen asked. "The only one who makes the money is the pimp."
Helen had been happy when a john came along who seemed to be interested in her. It gave her the chance to forget about Liz and turn her attention toward a man.
She walked off with him and let him fuck her into a frenzy. She purposely let herself get lost in the thrusting of his dick, more than usual. She was trying to forget all about what had happened that night.
She worked through most of the night, picking up three more men after that one. When Jimmy came to her room later to get his cut, he had been rather curt.
"You did well tonight. I think you and Liz will get along, too."
"I'm so happy you think so," she had said, sarcastically.-
Then, Jimmy had gotten mad.
"Look, Helen, you fucking cunt. I don't want you to take this attitude with me anymore, do you fucking understand me? Do you? Because the next time you're a sarcastic bitch, maybe I might decide to break a couple of your teeth. How would you like that?"
She hadn't said anything. Instead, she had just looked down at the floor. There was a huge blood stain on the carpet, and she knew that everytime she saw it, she was going to think about Ruby.
The next afternoon, Liz had knocked on her door. Helen had answered, opening the door with the chain lock on it.
"Do you think we could talk?" Liz asked her. "I figure that since we don't work in the afternoons, there's really nothing better to do than talk."
"But you're wrong," Helen said to her. "There is something better."
"What?" Liz asked.
"You can sleep, and that's just what I'm gonna fucking do."
And she literally slammed the door in the redhead's face. A few minutes later, as she lay in bed, she felt like shit for what she had done.
Still, she made no effort to apologize to Liz, feeling that she didn't owe this new girl any fucking explanation for anything that she did.
Helen stayed by herself for the next few days after Ruby's death. On occasion, when she was hustling the streets, one of her friends would stop and ask her if she knew anything about what had happened.
"I heard that she died in your room," Jennifer said to Helen.
"You heard right," Helen said.
"Well, what happened? Jimmy said that she committed suicide, but we all know how much Jimmy would lie to save himself, don't we?"
"We sure do," Helen said. "But, if that's what Jimmy said, that's what happened."
She started to feel so guilty about having to live by his lie.
One afternoon, she was lying in bed thinking about getting out herself. She had been working for Jimmy almost a year now, and as far as she was concerned, that was about all she could take. She thought of it in specific terms.
Once she left Jimmy? she would be free!
Freedom! The word sounded so nice. Right now, she felt like a mouse trapped in a cage, but if she could be free, she thought, it would be wonderful. The thought of it made her pussy spasm a little.
Helen moved her hand down to her cunt and touched herself.
She hadn't gotten this wet since Ruby's death. The more she touched herself, the wetter she got, until she was moving her fingers in and out of her pussy fast. As she started to come, there was a knock on the door.
"Helen, please let me in," she heard Liz saying.
"Go away. I'm busy," Helen said, between passionate moans. "I don't have time to see you right now. Get out."
Helen's pussy was dripping all over her clit-tickling fingers, and she could feel her nipples stiffening.
She started to get pissed when Liz got more and more persistent. She wouldn't stop knocking on the door. Helen waited for her orgasm to subside (and it happened rather fast because of Liz's interruption), then got off the bed and went to the door.
She was stark naked, but that didn't stop her from opening the door.
"What the fuck is it?" she asked Liz, and she could see that the redhead was a little shocked to see her completely naked.
"I want to talk to you. Let me come in."
Helen moved out of the way and waved her hand, allowing Liz to enter. Liz walked over to the bed and sat down. As she did, she looked at the blood stain on the carpet.
"I hear that this blood is from the girl who stained my carpet, too," Liz said.
"Where have you been hearing things?"
"From the other girls," Liz told her. "Some of them think that Jimmy was the one who killed the girl. Tell me what you think."
"I don't think anything," Helen said. "I know things so I don't have to waste my time thinking about them. But I'm not saying anything.'"
"Please, I have to know," Liz said.
Suddenly Helen got so pissed. All the hatred she had for Liz because of the way Liz took over for Ruby were part of it, but even more, the fact that Liz had interrupted her in the middle of what would have been her best tension-releasing orgasm in some time, all that hatred started to bubble forth.
"Look, bitch, I don't think that you have to know anything. The first day you started working here, I gave you a little piece of advice. I told you to get your fucking ass out before you got it in. You didn't listen to me. Anything that bothers now is your fucking problem, and I don't have to feel guilty about my not telling you anything."
"Jimmy did do it then," Liz said.
"I never said that," Helen said to the girl, and she walked over to the bed, hopped over Liz, then sat in the corner. She had her knees pulled up to her head, and Liz couldn't help but see every fold of her wet pussy.
She understood now that Helen must have been wet from before, and was slowly beginning to realize that she might have interrupted Helen in mid-orgasm. She began to attribute that as the reason why Helen was acting like such a cunt.
Liz moved her fingers over to Helen's blonde-haired pussy patch and stroked her hair. She let her palm rest on Helen's pussy lips.
"Look," she said, calmly and sweetly, "you don't have to say anything to make me realize it's true. I can tell by the way you're acting."
"How the fuck can you tell?" Helen said.
"I was told my whole life that I was a good judge of people. I can read them. Maybe I can, maybe I can't. But I can tell when I'm being had fast, and I can tell when there's a scared girl in the room next to me."
The more she rubbed her palm against Helen's pussy lips, the more Helen's pussy starred to respond. Liz was licking her lips as well, and things like that had always excited the blonde hooker.
"Can you understand?" Helen asked Liz.
Suddenly, Liz moved her mouth to Helen's and kissed her on the lips, hard. She pressed her tongue into Helen's mouth, and the blonde started to suck on it. At the same time, she could feel Liz beginning to move her fingers into her cunt.
Helen started to moan the second Liz's fingers touched her clit and began to massage it gently. She could feel her little love button throbbing inside of her body and sending out waves of passion through every nerve.
As Liz pulled back from the kiss and started to lick her way down Helen's neck, Helen started to moan.
"Oh, Liz," she said. "I'm sorry I was such a shit."
"Forget it, baby. Save it for later," Liz said. "The only thing I want to hear from you are heavy moans and groans. And remember, I'll know if they're phony or not because I've heard you fake them so many times through the wall."
Helen was going to laugh, but just then, Liz took her red nipple between her long fingers and started to play with it. She pinched it gently, and as it started to stiffen, she pinched it a little harder.
When it was fully hard, Helen could feel the pleasure from it.
Liz moved her mouth down to the stiff nipple and began sucking on it, like a baby. She clamped her lips around it, but not her teeth, then started to flick her tongue back and forth over the very tip of it.
She sucked on one nipple, then moved her mouth to the other and started to repeat the same kind of lip and tongue action.
By that time, Helen's pussy was spasming lightly. She was getting wetter and wetter, and she could feel Liz's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy tunnel with ease. She started to thrust her pussy up and down a little bit so that Liz's fingers would make better clit contact, and as she reached a first minor orgasm, she did moan.
Liz, being a hooker who had faked it many times, too, could tell the real moan from any fake one that Helen could have emitted.
As she heard it, she was turned on more, too. She knew that she had to taste those juices from Helen's hot pussy.
As she moved her mouth down to Helen's cunt she flicked her tongue in and out of the girl's navel. When she finally placed her lips over Helen's pussy lips, she started to suck hard, sucking all the juices out.
When Helen heard the slurping and feasting sounds between her legs, it made her hot for the taste of pussy.
She had tasted pussy a few times, and liked it as well as cock. In fact, sometimes she liked it more because women, she tended to think, were more gentle than men.
As Liz ate her, Helen started talking between quick gasps.
"Pull your robe up and move your ass over here. I want you to sit on my face, Liz. Sit on my face so I can do you, too."
No sooner had she said it than Liz was moving. She had her pussy over Helen's face in a matter of seconds, and Helen spread the redhead's pussy lips and started to attack her swollen clit with her swift tongue.
She flicked it back and forth as she gripped Liz's tight buttocks in her hand to hold the girl's wiggling ass still.
After a few seconds, Helen could taste Liz's juices dripping out onto her tongue. She opened her mouth and drank them, like drinking from a fountain.
She moaned as she tasted their sweet flavor, and as soon as she first load was down her throat, she flicked her tongue back up into Liz's steaming hot pussy and started to work her over for a second load.
The more she worked Liz, the more she could feel Liz working her.
As she sucked on Liz's clit, she felt the redhead doing the same kind of thing to her. Soon, they had worked each other into a frenzy.
As they lay side by side, kissing, they rubbed their sweaty, played bodies together. Helen couldn't take her hands off Liz's tits, once she saw what they looked like.
"I'm glad you decided to stop by," Helen said to Liz.
"I was hoping that you'd be. I didn't really plan on anything like this happening, but I'm glad it did."
"Were you ever into anything like this before?"
"Only since I've been working here. Three weeks. But shit, I learn fast."
"So it seems," Helen said. For a girl who had only learned how to eat pussy during the last three weeks, Liz was terrific.
"And I not only learn about sex, honey," Liz went on. "I told you that I'm a good judge of people, know what I mean? That's why I had to talk to you about Jimmy. I'm sure that he has it in him to murder a hooker when she tries to walk out on him. I can see that kind of hatred in his eyes. Sick man."
Suddenly, Helen had a thought, and she pulled her hands away from Liz's tits.
"Wait a second. Are you sure you really mean all this? You and Jimmy seem pretty close, or you did seem close."
"What are you implying?" Liz asked.
"That maybe Jimmy sent you up here and you're going to repeat everything I say to him. It could be the case, you know."
Suddenly, there was a tear in Liz's eye.
"Well Jesus fucking Christ," she said. "I can't believe that after I ate your pussy the way I did, you would still mistrust me. Shit, the only reason I came here was because I actually thought that I could trust you."
When Helen saw the tear, she knew that Liz had to be telling the truth.
"I'm sorry, Liz. It's just that when you work in our trade, you learn how to use sex for everything. The fact that you made love to me so well could have meant you were putting the whole thing on to make me vulnerable. But I do believe you. Now what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Leaving," Liz said.
"You're in too deep already," Helen said. "And I've been here a lot of months more than you have. I'm in even deeper. I know things about Jimmy, too. He'd never let me go, believe me."
Liz moved her hand down to Helen's pussy and started to stroke her pussy lips. She wanted to get Helen wet so she could tell her the idea she had. The more Liz thought about it, the more simple the whole thing sounded.
If Helen agreed to go with her, it would be even better.
"Look," she said, wiggling Helen's clit, "the reason Mary Mews got it and Ruby Darling to it was because they took too fucking long to plan."
"To plan what?" Helen asked, closing her eyes.
She could feel her pussy starting to spasm lightly again, and her head was spinning.
"Their getaway, of course. It took them weeks before they finally decided to do it. That's where they went wrong."
"But they needed to start saving money and shit like that."
"I have some money saved, and I'm sure you do. What I'm suggesting is that we leave right now. Right this minute."
Helen was too lost in a rising orgasm to think of leaving. When Liz noticed that, she worked her fingers faster and faster.
She watched as Helen started to thrust her pussy up and down like a wild woman, stimulating her clit more and causing her pussy to get so wet that Liz could soon feel her fingers sliding around in a cunt of come.
As Helen started to come out of the orgasm, Liz moved her lips to the girl's ear.
"Did you hear what I said? I said that if we left right now, we can go."
"But..."
"Helen, don't you see? It's the only way. If Jimmy's on the street we just tell him we're going to get something to eat. We take all our money with us, and we only take the clothes on our back. That's it."
"And what do we do?" Helen asked.
"I don't know. I thought of going to California. I think we can hitch. I was also thinking that if we needed money, we can just turn a few tricks on the road. Look, at least Jimmy won't have to get a cut, and if we only agree to turn them together, we can watch out for each other."
Helen looked at Liz and smiled. She could tell that the redheaded hooker had put a lot of thinking into the plan.
"But I'm still not sure," she said.
"Look, Helen, it's now or never as far as I'm concerned. It would be easier now because we'd be doing it together. Do you want to do this the rest of your life? If you don't, remember Ruby Darling. There's no other way."
Helen got off the bed and walked to her sink. She turned on the water, took a washcloth, then started to clean herself. Liz sat on the bed for a few seconds, until Helen turned to her and spoke.
"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Go clean that pussy smell off your body and put something on. I'm hungry and I want something to eat."
Helen winked at Liz, and Liz understood.
If they were going to tell Jimmy they were going to eat, they had to start playing that game right now.
Liz adjusted her robe, walked over behind Helen, then kissed her on the cheek.
"I know we can do it," she said.
Then she turned and walked out of the room. Helen finished washing herself, then put on some perfume. She decided to throw the bottle into her bag so she'd have some for the road.
Then she walked to the corner and pulled the loose floor board up. She took out the cash that she had hidden there and counted it. Five hundred dollars saved for all her months of work was shit, she thought, but at least she had that cash there right now when she needed it.
When she dressed, she stuffed the bills in her bra. She put on a regular dress, and nothing fancy like the shit she would wear in the streets. Jimmy would be very suspicious if he saw her walking the streets in those clothes during the day.
Liz was waiting for her in the hall, and the two of them walked down the stairs together. As soon as they got outside, they saw Jimmy.
Helen tried to remain as calm as possible when he walked over.
"Where you two broads heading?" he asked.
"Hungry," Liz said, and she hoped Jimmy wouldn't ask to join them.
"Yeah? That's good. Hey, do me a favor and bring me back a burger."
"Sure thing, Jimmy," Helen said, smiling at him.
"Hey, Helen, it's good to see you changing your attitude. And I'm glad to see that you and Liz are getting along okay. See you later."
"Right," Helen said, and she took Liz's arm and started to walk down the street.
When they hit Broadway, they made a right, then walked up Forty-first street to the Port Authority Bus Terminal.
"Let's take a bus as far away as possible," Helen said.
It wasn't until they were on the bus, driving out of the city, that Helen felt safe. She knew that she had made it.
Two nights later, they were in Chicago at a small motel. They had gotten themselves picked up by a businessman who agreed to take them both for fifty dollars. Liz had been trying to hold out for more, but Helen agreed because she wanted a warm bed to sleep in.
The man undressed them both and explored every part of their body. He fingered their hot pussies with both hands, at the same time.
As he started to fuck Helen's hot cunt, Liz moved her mouth behind and began to flick her tongue in and out of his asshole. The man moaned with pleasure as his cock started to spasm hard, then he shot thick loads of come into Helen's pussy.
Liz started to suck him off as soon as he pulled out, and in a matter of minutes the man was hard again.
Helen figured that it had a lot to do with the fact that she had been sitting on the man's face, and he had been tonguing her pussy, fast. He seemed to get his full erection as she started to flood his face with come.
Then Liz moved her cunt down on his cock and began to ride him.
Later, the man wanted to watch the two of them making love while he jerked off. That, as it turned out, was the easiest thing to do.
After they had brought him off five times, the two ex-Broadway hookers went into the bathroom to shower.
"You know something, we make a fucking incredible team," Helen said.
"That's true. That guy was really satisfied. So was I. '
"I think that if we end up working as whores on the Coast, we should just advertise so that we can work together. If we advertise in a magazine, it would be better than having someone else pimp for us."
"Another Jimmy," Liz said.
"That scumbag. I hope one day they catch him and hang him by his fucking balls and let him writhe until they turn blue and fall off."
"That's too good for him," Liz said. "And you know that would never happen. As long as people are paying for sex on the streets, and that will be always, people like Jimmy will continue to get away with shit like he pulls."
"I guess you're right," Helen said, and she dried Liz off.
When the two of them walked back into the room, they were surprised to see that the man had left already. At first, Helen thought he had ripped them off, but then she saw the bill and the note by the bed.
"You two were more than I could handle, so I went to get a good night's sleep in another room. You really wore me out, and that's a compliment. It hasn't happened in the longest time."
When Helen counted the money, she found that he had left seventy.
"You see how fabulous we are," she said to Liz. "We ask for fifty and we get seventy. I'm sure that we can make a business venture go. The two of us just know how to work well with each other."
"You can say that again," Liz said, moving her fingers to Helen's nipples and pulling on them. "We know how to work each other well, too."
She moved her mouth down to Helen's tit and started to suck on her nipple again. Helen felt back on the bed, and Liz moved with her.
As she felt her tit being sucked, Helen started thinking.
She was moving on to a new phase of her life, and she was as scared as she was excited. However, now she felt she had someone that she could really trust. She and Liz had grown so close over the past few days, sexually and emotionally.
No matter what happened, at least they would have each other.