DG in the big city (reserved for the PG)

zombey123

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The year is 1923, and struggling to overcome a recent sexual assault, twenty year old D.G, the daughter of a small town minister, has fled to New York City and forsaken her good girl ways. Lost in her own internal struggles, her life becomes intertwined with that of New York's notorious underground. Lead astray by a dark, handsome stranger, D.G discovers the gritty wonders of the streets- love, sex, drugs, drinking, music and death.

D.G had known one thing for sure from the moment she'd departed that train in Baltimore, that this, that was to say, running away from Alexandra, had been the best decision of her life. Not even when her lunch box had disappeared at grand central station did she even begin to momentary regret her choice to leave it all behind for the "city that never sleeps."

It was certainly colder here than down south she noted to herself as she pulled a jacket around her shoulders. That was okay with D.G, for she had always dreaded Georgia's suffocating summers. Stopping to make a slight adjustment to her high heeled shoes, which set off long, slender legs, D.G frowned as other woman passed her by. Her clothes were a tad bit out of fashion, for her father had highly disapproved of 'provocative clothing', so rather then the thigh length skirts, fancy tops and embellished hats wore by other woman of her age. D.G was dressed simply in a dark blue button up shirt, knee length, khaki skirt and wore a modest silver cross around her neck. Her dark hair was straight and fell to her upper back, most unlike the short bob that was the trend. Mentally, D.G made a note to get a haircut and some new clothes.

Entering the lobby of a cheap motel, she approached the front desk, rehearsing every word she was about to say. She needed to sound confident and grown up..not anything like a run away-although she was twenty and perfectly free to run where ever she pleased.

"Can I help you sweetheart?" Asked the middle aged clerk, who was putting out a cigar as he spoke. "Yes, I'd like a room please, if i may" She immediately regretted the last part. Sound more assertive she scolded herself silently. The clerk looked up at her questionably. she stared back with her intense green and gold eyes, batting her eye lashes for good measure. "how long you staying babe?" Uhhh..."That is undecided" she answered after a pause. "I'll charge you by the day then.." replied the clerk..turning around to grab a ring of keys with a number 4 tag on them. "Your in room 4..check out is at 10am..I'll assume your staying and charge you again if your not gone by then..enjoy your stay.." the clerk handed her the keys. D.G started to turn but he spoke once more.."and sweetheart..we don't like the fuzz around here. No trouble got it? or your out of here..." D.G stared back puzzled. "..the fuzz?" The clerk then waved her off, shaking his head..

D.G turned around and bent to pick up her purse, which she'd left with her bag but it was gone..

"My purse?" D.G said a loud obviously panicked.
 
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"Donny boy, eh yo Donny!" Pierce Ryan crashed into the seedy little motel just down the corner from his shop. In his incredibly strong, and incredibly firm grip was a kid of younger age. In his mid-teens or so. Holding a pocketbook. To boot, the boy was colored.

"Shit Donny, you lettin the riff-raff in your establishment now? Niggers even? What the fuck is wrong wich you, eh?"

"Sorry Pierce, I didn't see the little niglet till he was gone, and you know I gotta a bum knee."

"Fuck you're bum knee you old fuckin, shit- pardon me ma'am." All of a sudden Pierce noticed the young cute looking thing standing in front of him. She looked panicked, and her eyes were fixed on the pocketbook in the boys hands. So he knew who it belonged to With ease that spoke to both his experience at having done it a hundred times, and strength to show that he could easily do it to whom ever he wished, Pierce gave the boy a twist on his wrist which flung the purse to the girls feet. Looking up at Donny, the manager, he nodded to boy in his hands and when Donny shuffled over to take him Pierce whispered in his ear the following.

"Make sure you teach that nigger a lesson, and if you ever fucking forget to fucking kill these pieces of shit I'll fuck yer other knee up, ya here me? Who's the broad?"

"Dunno, she's stayin'ere though."

"Okay," Pierce turned to D.G. and bowed slightly, removed his cap partially before looking up. "Sorry for my language earlier ma'am, I hadn't seen you, and well you know these black folks. Thiefs when they's born ya know? Ehh hehe, where's you comin from anyways?"

Then he spotted her reaching for her bag.

"Oh no, allow me miss...?" He asked as he reached down to grab her back.

Already Pierce had sized her up perfectly. She'd go great in one of his shows which specialized more in the "real" then in the imaginary. He didn't like fucking big-breasted whores. They knocked drinks over. He ran a two-floor place. First floor legit little mechanical shop, second floor illegal narcotics, whores, drinks, and gamblin. You name it, he got it on that second floor. Already he knew that he wanted this pretty little piece of ass on center stage, after she'd given him a taste of course. She wouldn't be leavin this sorry ass hotel anytime soon. No sooner then that'd nigger be crawlin outa the alley once Donny was done with him. No sir'ee.
 
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Truth was everything happened so fast D.G barely had time to resister it all. One moment she was playing out a humiliating phone call home to her parents, explaining how she needed an escort back to Georgia because she had run away to New York only to have all her money stolen...and the next Pierce had entered, or maybe barged in like he owned the place was a more accurate description.

The scrawny, colored boy looked scared, even remorseful and although he had snatched up D.G's purse, for which she was certainly angry, she couldn't help but pity the youth. Quickly, she retrieved her pocketbook from the filthy floor and began to surrey the contents. Everything was there, including the 700 hundred dollars she'd planned to live on until she got a job.

Now, she stopped for the first time to take in Pierce, and was completely mesmerized. He was tall, much taller then her, even with her 3 inch heels placing her at a woman's average five foot six inches. He looked strong and spoke just like she thought a man ought to speak. The language he had used would've earned him ostracization back in Alexandra. D.G;s former home had been a small, tight knit, community. You lived and died by the bible there.

So here was this big city man, swooping off his hat to her as though she were someone important, it was so charming. "I'm Dora-Greta, but everyone calls me D.G for short. Well almost everyone, my daddy calls me Dora-Greta" D.G stopped short, taking notice to the fact that she was rambling. "Please to meet cha..and thank you kindly" Then D.G curtsied, if that didn't mark her as a naive out-of-towner nothing would.

"Things don't disappear like that back home" D.G remarked meekly, as if trying to justify her stupidly. Just then Pierce swooped up her bag. What a gentlemen he was! Thought D.G, she was practically glowing in all his attentions.

Tucking a few strands of honey blond hair behind her ear, D.G started down the narrow, foul smelling hallway toward number four. What was it that those girls in movies did when they wanted to have attitude? D.G tried to recall, she very badly wanted to impress this man with attitude.. OH yes, she recalled, they clicked their high heels against the floor a bit-so it seemed they were walking with purpose. D.G attempted this and quickly failed, falling to the floor. There she sat, a red blush crept down from her cheeks to her revealed neck..

"ohh.."

[[OCC: its so hard to write such an innocent character..every city girl fiber of my being is screaming.. 'jackass alert..danger danger..fight or run away haha its fun]]
 
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Pierce smirked for the first time today. Luckily it was hidden by the bulky bag that he was holding. It wasn't that he was embarrassed by it, but rather that he figured it wasn't quite time for Dora-Greta to see the look on his face. By all accounts it was quite contrary to the rest of him that could be used to please even the most haughty of women, or strike fear into the most confident. He was a gecko otherwise, but his smirk... It was friendly, but in the creepy and frightful way that Satan might smile as someone promises their soul to him for money, fame, booze, or girls. The reason he smirked as such, was her clumsiness of course, he couldn't wait to whip it out of her. But his mind was racing ahead, and so for now he wiped off the smirk and replaced it with a smile; warm and concerned at the same time.

He dropped the bag, and bent over to help her up. Her hands were soft; not a day of hard work in her life.

"Those are some strikin heels miss, gotta wear'em in I think."

Soft hands that were not used to work, or being gripped by the firm callouses and scars that covered his powerful fists. He smiled still, and hoisted the bag up as she finished opening the door. Following her slowly, Pierce took a moment to take in her stride when she wasn't trying to stride. It was seductive with innocence. She didn't need to wave that toush t'all, it waved itself by not waving, but bouncing a bit. Like an energetic little girl, just perfect, he could imagine her tiptoing her way out onto the stage wearing a little nightie... Mmm... Seductive, if nothing else. He glanced up when he realized she was about to turn around.

"Names Pierce, ma'am, where do you-" She pointed to the bed, and he pushed the bag off his shoulder and onto the bed. It bounced heavily. "Whatchu got in there anyways D.G.? Feelin like close ta fifty pounds, damn near broke my shoulder." With a wink, he leaned against the wall of the tiny, shitty little hole, and removed a pack of lights from his jacket pocket.

"You don't mind?" He asked, before lighting one anyways and taking a puff, before offering her one.

"So, what brings a lil darlin like you to the big city?"
 
D.G offered him a crooked smile as he remarked upon the weight of her bag. He probably thought she was carrying around an endless supply of clothes, make up, hair care products and accessories. The truth was however, D.G had only brought the very basics in those departments. A few ribbons for her hair, eyeliner, red lipstick, her favorite sweet pea body spray and a small amount of clothes. The rest of the bag was filled with-"Books actually." She responded. D.G would read anything she could get her mits on, her favorites included non fiction tales, reference materiel and historical literature.

Indicating to Pierce that she did not care for a cigarette, she eyed him admiringly. D.G was sure she was staring but frankly she didn't care at the moment, after all, wasn't that why she'd come to New York? To start all over, to leave her southern meek manners behind?

"I needed a change. A fresh start yeah know?" D.G responded in answers to his questions. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she began absently to fidget with the zipper of her purse. Her father had hated this nervous habit she'd inherited from her mother. D.G bore ruler marks on her the tops of palms, evidence of her fathers very catholic approach of punishments.

D.G stomach rumbled loudly. A reminder that she hadn't eaten in nearly twenty-four hours.

"So. What good to eat around here?" she asked. "I'm famished and I'd love to get out of this little room and see the city"

((Sorry about the crappy& delayed response. I have my nephews for the weekend- there eating my muse alive with their high energy levels 0.0))
 
"This here is New York doll, everythin is good, or just about everythin."

With a soft puff on his cigarette Pierce licked his lips, and lightly ruffed the scrabble on his chin. He was thinking of just how quickly and firmly he'd be nipping her nervous habits in the bud. Since someone else, probably a teacher, had tried and failed with that switch or ruler. He'd have to try something a little more firm. When she stopped twitching nervously he stopped scratching his chin and took another drag from his cigarette. He let out the smoke softly; allowing it to drift out and up his lips, curl around his nose, and get trapped briefly under the brim of his hat before it began racing towards the ceiling. Then he smiled and flicked a bit of the ash out of the tip of his stick, and carefully glanced at D.G.

"If ya want, I'll take ya on a stroll doll? Show you a good time, and all that. We just met, but it's New York baby. I know a couple good spots, real fine, with some real good food and some real good people. Take care of their... Long term customers, like me. You see... I'm somethin of a character, if'n ya hadn't noticed."

With a soft chuckle he turned for the door, and turned his head to look over his shoulder as he puffed on the cigarette again. This time he blew out the smoke forcefully up into the air, waving his hand to clear the smoke from in front of his face. He grinned at D.G, knowing he had her hooked already. There was no way she'd decline him now.

"One thing though dollface, before we go. Take that cash of yours and put it somewhere on you that one of them niggers can't take it off. In your shoes, panties, bra, whatever. Much better to have to use the lou, then get yer purse snatched, ya dig?"

With a nod, and flick of the ash on his cig Pierce nodded and headed out the door.

"I'll be waitin downstairs wit Donny boy. Catch up soon as ya can doll!"

He called over his shoulder without a glance back.
 
Watching him as he exited, a small reservation came over D.G. Something her mother had once told her. "Blacks knight often adorn shining armor. Remember that my love, for when you are a woman" It was an unexpected memory, on that had crawled upon D.G for no reason she could fathom.

Licking her lips she rose from the bed and removed the bundle of cash from her wallet. She tucked away five crisp twenty dollar bills and placed the rest of the cash at the bottom of her bag, inside an bulky dictionary. Removing the very few personal hygiene items, D.G proceeded to the cramped bathroom and began to brush her hair in the dingy mirror.

The golden strands fell gracefully to her shoulders as she pulled the brush through again and again. A few moments later she applied a thin layer of lipstick and brown eye liner. Smoothing down her clothes her hand paused over the dainty cross. After a moments hesitation she removed it, wrapping it around the wooden handle of her hair brush. Applying a faint coat of the sweet pea body spray, D.G then left the bathroom, retrieved her purse, and left the room, making sure to lock the door tight behind her.

She found Pierce in the lobby waiting for her. She smiled brightly and strode over to him. "I'm ready" she said cheerfully, standing a bit closer then she normally would have stood to any other man. "Where we off to good Sir"?
 
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Pierce shared a knowing glance with Donny before lightly draping and arm over both of D.G's shoulders.

"Well since yer starvin. I was thinkin we'll head down ta the restaurant I was tellin you about. My friend Mickey runs the joint, and runs it good. They serve anythin from french fries ta a killer porter house steak. It goes great with a nice red wine." He grinned as D.G looked up at him, "Trust me honey cakes, there ain't a city bigger'n two houses that ain't still wet. Them congress boys simply made it a much more lucrative business, by makin it illegal. You drink much? Nawh? I figured not."

With his arm light, but firm in guiding D.G they made their way down the crowded street. He showed D.G the front of his store so that she would know it on site, but he was closed for a few days. So he explained anyways. The truth was he could close, open, or do whatever the fuck he wanted with the mechanical part of his shop since it was what happened upstairs that kept him rich, fat, and happy. Really happy. As they entered Mickey's a colored boy took Pierce's large overcoat; revealing his handsome vest over the crisp white shirt which could hardly hide his strongly muscled arms and shoulders.

"Table fer two Mario," He said to the waiter who approached them.

"Course senor, Mickey's been wonderin when you might come round, your table's ready."

"Excellent. D.G, that's Mario. He'll get you anything you want, wherever you need it, you get me?"

The handsome latino gave her a grin, before disappearing into the dark restaurant.

After they sat down, and Pierce had lit another cig he asked D.G, "Any thoughts as to a job, ere in the Big City? You gots any skills?"
 
As they busheled through the mobbed New York streets, D.G couldn't help but be both enthralled and frightened by the masses of people. They passed business after business, including Pierce's-of which D.G made a firm mental note of its location. What gave the country girl part of her pause however, was how dirty the city was, and all the homelessness..surely a city as rich as this one could afford to clean up its streets?

Shaking her head faintly at the worlds injustices, she entered the warm restaurant behind Pierce. She gave the waiter a warm smile and even said hello to the coat boy, who turned his gaze immediately before muttering a whispered greeting back to her.

Sitting across from her male companion, D.G sipped ice water before carefully setting the glass back on the table. Her hands automatically came to rest in her lap and her legs were crossed at the ankles.

"Yes actually" D.G answered admiring Pierce silently. I should kiss him D.G thought to herself. Only sluts kiss men who don't kiss them, she internally argued.
"I have extensive skills as an librarian. I practically ran the one at home. Mrs Saunders was delightful but old..." She continued to explain. You are a slut though aren't you? You let that boy put his hands all over you...let him have sex with you..all because he threatened Lucy..shame on you..using your baby sisters safety as an excuse to be a whore! "So I thought I'd apply there" D.G concluded shortly, retrieving her water she took a heavy sip, trying to regain control of her racing thoughts.
 
"A library-whatcha-ma-call-it again?"

Pierce had paused his smoke on it's way to his mouth, and leaned forward in his chair with a quizzical look on his face. The smile that slipped over D.G's face was brief, and he thought with satisfaction that she already knew not to make fun of him. She explained it to him quickly and carefully. Then he leaned back in his chair and took a puff of the tobacco in his fingers; allowing the smoke to drift wistfully out of his mouth and up into the clouded overhead. He scratched his nose and smiled in a real... Hopeful way, at D.G. before leaning over the table again and speaking in a frank, but rather kind voice.

"Listen doll, I only know of one er maybe even two library's in this town. Most'em are up in a much more... Established neighborhoods, if you take me meanin correctly. This here area isn't much good fer books and such. Might want to think about runnin into a night job, while you go lookin for your library. Ya dig? Somethin simple... Easy... Waitress, dancer, even a cleanin lady. I've got plenty of contacts. If you decide you need somethin."

Just then their food arrived, and Pierce dabbed out his cigarette before orderin whiskey and attacking his plate. He ate rather cleanly, especially considering how violently he ate. Chewing his food hard, but with his mouth closed and his eyes set in a firm look of determination. Meanwhile back at the hotel good ole Donny boy was snooping through D.G's bag. Searching for anything valuable, and taking it. Cash, jewelry, anything. He'd been told to do so by Pierce, it would just make the roughnecked street man's job far easier if D.G had nothin to return to once they were through with the night. If Pierce hadn't given him the go-ahead, he would have protected that bag with his life. That was how simple living was for ole-Donny boy. As they finished up dinner Pierce lit another cigarette, and finished his whiskey in a single swallow. He asked D.G if she was ready to go, and laid a ten dollar bill on the table.

"Don't blush honey. I always pay at this establishment. They treat me right, so I do the same fer them. Now, come on. Let me show some of the.. Finer parts of your new home."

After seizing her hand in a gentle, but firm grip Pierce led D.G through the crowds and into a particularly... Bland looking building, but it was only bland on the outside. Inside throngs of people danced, talked, and drank as some thick jazz music hopped through the air. He took her directly up to the second floor which ringed around the first, but was open in the middle so that you could look down upon the dance floor. They walked to a more secluded corner of the second floor, and were immediately approached by a young, good looking Italian waiter. He asked them what their favor would be tonight.

"I'll have a brandy, and this lady will have?" Pierce only waited a split second, before ordering for her, "A flute of champagne to start. Followed by blueberry brandy. Keep mine straight. Later on... Bring some of that powder, you here?"

With another cigarette in his hand, Pierce turned to D.G.

"So what do you think of the big city now, cutey-pie?"
 
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