Mallory Monroe - Rise of a Streetwalker
Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: Milik_the_Red, Source: LushStories
Mallory felt naked as she stepped into the night. Like a frightened child, she peered from her shadowed doorway, searching for any sign of someone coming her way. Seeing no one, and with a churning mix of relief and trepidation, she forced herself to begin the long walk toward the complex gate. The night was quiet on this side of the wall. Mallory’s senses were tuned for any sign of movement. By the time she was half-way to her goal, she’d heard nothing but the sound of her own heels on the hard concrete walkway. The hollow, double-clap of her steps echoed eerily off the nearby buildings, ghosting her like a maniacal phantom intent on giving her presence away. Mallory cringed each time her foot fell, fearing those lonely, haunting echoes might catch the ear of someone she knew. She was almost to the gate when the door of Mrs. Hopkins apartment came into view. Knowing the old widow inside, Mallory hesitated. ‘Please god, don’t let her see me,’ she silently pleaded as she slowly tip-toed her way past the old women's door. Carefully keeping her steps light, she feared at any moment the old woman would peer through the ancient drapes hanging in her darkened window. In the back of her mind, she could already hear Glenda's smoke-worn voice. ‘Did you see Mallory Monroe last evening? I swear she was dressed like one of those whores you see walking down Holt in the middle of the night! ’ With everything else in her life turning to shit, that kind of attention was the last thing she ...