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Alice Dodgson used to live in the small calm and conservative town of Treetown with her widowed mother. She had always been calm and discreet, even shy, kept at home to help her mum with the chores there. Along her teenagehood, she had developped as a very nice girl, and many guys tried ot have their way with her. One had the opportunity, a certain Lewis who had been gentler than the other. The experience was the kind that made Alice hide away from sexuality from then on. But the guys kept on trying to get their chance. She had a slender body with nice breasts and firm round butt. Her long blonde hair was soft and shining like gold under the sun. Her clear blue eyes were like oceans to drown in.
Her life tumbled down when a rivalty began two locals groups, something that put blood in the town's street. Murders, drug trafic, and some nasty things were going on. As it happened that her mum was always short of money, she had borrowed money from the wrong person and ended up dead on the kitchen's floor. Alice was 16 at the moment, 2 years ago, and was sent to her only living family, her uncle Charles in the large city she never had visited. When she approached it, she felt like getting tinier and tinier because of the so large buildings, the so tall skycrapers. When she stepped down from the train in her simple blue dress, she was welcomed by a red-faced dirts and alcohol-smelling man, her uncle Charles. Form there it all went bad and even worse. He tried otuching her, which ended more than once in Alice hitting him in the face or groin and running from the house. She had her bag stolen in the streets more than once. She tried getting to school but there was no way she could follow classes and do homewrok under uncle Charles' roof.
She began hitting the streets and decided that this could be not worse than the house of the naughty drunkard who was her only family. One girl form school gave her some hints about how to earn he rlife, and that's how Alice ended in front of the back door of The Smiling Cat, a club in the lower streets of the city ; the door was in an alley that smelled bad and haunted by the silhouettes of a couple of junkies. She remebered her friend's words "The owner is Alex Stone, he's not that bad you know, I worked for him a couple of time sin his club. The palce's not the dirtiest in town. Keep discreet and don't make any trouble and more important don't even think of touching Stone's hat, he's pretty special about that."
Alice knocked at the door...
I welcome your comments in PM, as I like to know if people appreciate my stories
Alice Dodgson used to live in the small calm and conservative town of Treetown with her widowed mother. She had always been calm and discreet, even shy, kept at home to help her mum with the chores there. Along her teenagehood, she had developped as a very nice girl, and many guys tried ot have their way with her. One had the opportunity, a certain Lewis who had been gentler than the other. The experience was the kind that made Alice hide away from sexuality from then on. But the guys kept on trying to get their chance. She had a slender body with nice breasts and firm round butt. Her long blonde hair was soft and shining like gold under the sun. Her clear blue eyes were like oceans to drown in.
Her life tumbled down when a rivalty began two locals groups, something that put blood in the town's street. Murders, drug trafic, and some nasty things were going on. As it happened that her mum was always short of money, she had borrowed money from the wrong person and ended up dead on the kitchen's floor. Alice was 16 at the moment, 2 years ago, and was sent to her only living family, her uncle Charles in the large city she never had visited. When she approached it, she felt like getting tinier and tinier because of the so large buildings, the so tall skycrapers. When she stepped down from the train in her simple blue dress, she was welcomed by a red-faced dirts and alcohol-smelling man, her uncle Charles. Form there it all went bad and even worse. He tried otuching her, which ended more than once in Alice hitting him in the face or groin and running from the house. She had her bag stolen in the streets more than once. She tried getting to school but there was no way she could follow classes and do homewrok under uncle Charles' roof.
She began hitting the streets and decided that this could be not worse than the house of the naughty drunkard who was her only family. One girl form school gave her some hints about how to earn he rlife, and that's how Alice ended in front of the back door of The Smiling Cat, a club in the lower streets of the city ; the door was in an alley that smelled bad and haunted by the silhouettes of a couple of junkies. She remebered her friend's words "The owner is Alex Stone, he's not that bad you know, I worked for him a couple of time sin his club. The palce's not the dirtiest in town. Keep discreet and don't make any trouble and more important don't even think of touching Stone's hat, he's pretty special about that."
Alice knocked at the door...
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