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Chloe Behind the Dumpster

**Note: This story presents characters who are consenting adults engaging in a roleplay involving nonconsent, drug use, and sex work. This is a fantasy only.**

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We'd been walking for so long I couldn't feel my feet. I thought they were probably soaking wet. Snake stopped behind the motel and heaved his pack to the pavement. We didn't have a room. At least it wasn't raining anymore.

I pressed my upper back against the painted cinder block wall behind me. The paint job was sloppy, spattered on the ground, not that there was anybody to notice. My fingers and toes tingled. I sniffled, wiping my cold nose with my coat sleeve.

Snake was beside me, leering. His cold fingers dug into my waistband. "Baby, now? Come on," I said, shifting to the side.

"Ain't nobody around, baby, nobody in the whole parking lot. Real quick, baby, nobody's gonna see," he argued. I could see his thing starting to get hard, right through his pants. The dirty green fabric shifted under the wan streetlight.

"Come on, stop it, baby! Anybody could see!"

He popped the button of my jeans open and yanked them down under my butt. I wasn't wearing panties. I'd lost them someplace. My bare skin hit the wall behind me and it felt like ice. Like a rock made of ice. Covered in ice. Whatever.

He pulled his cock out of the top of his joggers. It was already hard. Tiny raindrops fell on it as he stroked it - perfect, now it was gonna start raining again too. He leaned against the wall and pulled me in front of him, facing away. Great view of the dumpster.

He spit on his hand and swiped my pussy with it. Grabbing me around the waist, he shoved it in all at once, from behind. I grunted. Not cute, but I couldn't help it. He held it there for a beat, then started pounding me hard as he gripped my bare hips with his cold, rough fingers.

Snake's cock in my pussy. In the rain. Behind a dumpster. High off my ass. Nowhere better to go. Was this it? Was this fucking it?

His breath was fast and raspy in my ear as he fucked me. It slid in and out over and over and I had to admit, my pussy was getting wet. It was the dope. I shivered.

Snake did it harder, stretching my pussy open. "Owww, Snake, just cum... You said you'd be quick," I said as he bounced me on his cock.

Then he froze. I saw a shadow and looked to my right. A tall shadow. A guy with a mustache. Shit, fuck, the motel manager. I was afraid of this. He had a long arm - shit, a bat. The motel manager had a baseball bat and I was high in his parking lot with my ass out.

"We're leaving!" Snake shouted. The guy was right there. Snake was so loud.

"Fucking junkies, fuck. Nope. Stay right there," the guy said. "Sick of you fucking junkies out here doing God knows what all night. You know I have fucking cameras, right? No. I can't stop you pieces of shit, cameras or not. So I'm gonna take my turn."

I sighed and tried to hide my disgust. Fine, so this is what we're doing. Fine. I didn't even try to pull my pants up, just wiped my nose.

"Come here," the guy said, gesturing toward me with his head while he fumbled with his belt. I stepped over and watched awkwardly while he yanked on his rubbery, flaccid purple cock. It flopped from side to side against his jeans as he jerked it with his dirty hand. Unfortunately for me, it started to get hard as he pawed and squeezed my titties through my coat with his free hand.

"Turn around and bend over," he ordered gruffly. I held onto the short concrete wall around the dumpster and stuck out my ass. This fucking idiot jammed his slippery dick right up my pussy with no condom. Fine. He wasn't gonna last long. My pussy all wet from Snake, I squeezed the manager guy's cock as hard as I could. I even moaned a little. He grabbed my hair.

He fucked me fast and kind of eager, shallow. At least it was smaller than Snake's. I shook my ass like I was anywhere but here, like this was a good goddamn time. He just held on and shoved it in there, over and over.

No warning. With one hand on my butt and the other pulling my hair, he groaned and his body went stiff behind me. I shuddered, feeling his thick, greasy load filling my pussy, overflowing. I stood still, hanging onto the concrete blocks, as he slid it out and wiped it on my ass.

"Yeah," he panted, digging out a grimy handkerchief and wiping his forehead, then his dick. He put it back in his pocket. "Now you -" out of breath, he nodded at Snake. "You still got a hard-on. Your turn."

Dammit, Snake did still have a hard-on. A big one. Which he'd been jerking the whole time, that useless motherfucker. The guy backed up a step and I felt cold wind on my pussy. "Come here," he said to Snake.

Then Snake was behind me again, sliding right the fuck into all that disgusting cum and pounding me real hard. He was breathing fast, pulling my ass back against his cock with both hands on my hips.

I watched the guy. He watched Snake. Then Snake started fucking me faster and harder until he shot his load too, lifting me onto my tiptoes as he pushed his cock all the way up my tight pussy, as far as it could go.

I shivered, remembering all at once how cold it was. Snake pulled out. A goddamn river of cum followed, squirting onto the pavement and into my jeans. The manager chuckled and spit on the ground. "What's your name?"

"Chloe," I smiled. Ridiculous. I just drained your gross old balls while you ruin my high and now I'm dripping cum and you want to know my fucking name?

"They call me Snake," said Snake, stretching out his hand for the guy to shake.

The guy looked as surprised as I was, but recovering quickly, he shook Snake's hand. "Dean," he said, then, looking at me again, "Chloe." It wasn't a question. The rain hadn't gotten worse. It was still just misting. I bent over my bag to look for my wipes.

"That's some nice pussy, Chloe, for a fucking junkie bitch, huh? Not bad. You ever take money, Chloe? Cash?" He crossed his arms. I rubbed the cum off my pussy and wiggled my jeans back up over my hips.

"Yeah," I nodded. Why should I lie? To this motherfucker named Dean?

He snickered and pulled a crumpled, almost shiny $20 bill out of his jeans. "Here." He stuck it in my front pants pocket. "Now listen. I've got a business proposition for the two of you."

"You probably want a shower, right, Chloe?" I nodded. The question made me itchy.

"Well, I'll give you folks a room and you can shower all goddamn night if you want to. But you gotta do something for me. You're gonna party with some more guys tonight, Chloe, right? You got some more in you? And you're gonna give me 20 bucks for each one. Pay me back for the room. Sound good?" He smiled at me, a cold mean smile, then looked at Snake.

Snake was smiling too. "Yeah, yeah," he said, nodding. "Sound good, baby? Let's make some money tonight!"

Fuck it. Cash would keep me high and I didn't have anything better to do. "Sure, sounds fine," I replied, adding in my head, 'let's just get the fuck inside already.'
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