Filth: An Erotic Daddy Dom Romance, page 2
I was invisible to them.
A less-than-nothing waste of space loitering the city streets. For me though they provided a robust source of entertainment, as I let my mind wander its usual nightly routine of each passer-by's story…the couple over in the corner having an after-hours lovers tiff, the Mom trying to juggle her two screaming kids and a handful of groceries she already couldn’t handle. Then was the group of adolescent teens smoking dope way under the age, the angry drunk guy cursing profanities at every passer-by, and the group of city sassy ladies in their high-fashioned attire, looking how every woman in their prime should as they cat walked their way into Seattle’s latest hotspot.
I’d give anything to be like them. Just one day in their life I would trade for all of mine. None of those people I saw knew the hardship of living rough on the streets, of having to place survival before pride and beg for scraps just to scrape by.
With a mundane sigh, I looked down at my beggar's hat scarcely full with a mix of pennies, quarters, dimes, and a few $1 dollar bills, barely even ten percent of what I needed to secure myself nightly shelter with board included.
That pretty much was all I did every day, a repeat soundtrack of ‘’spare some change sir?’’ accompanied with a continued polite smile in the hopes that someone, anyone, would take pity and grace me what little they had to spare from their pockets, just so I was able to spend that one night out from the cold.
At best, and on a lucky day, I was able to at least collect enough for a cheap sandwich and drink at a nearby coffee house. At worst, it was the uncomfortable hollowed rumble of my stomach hungering for food, as I camped inside open doorways, sheltering myself as best I could away from the world inside my sleeping bag.
It was certainly no life for someone who still had all hers ahead of her. But right now it was the only life I knew…stemmed horribly from a difficult choice I had to make at a vulnerable age. I never regretted that choice though. And if faced with it all again I’d make the exact same one, because even with the run-down life I now live, anything was better than what I had to go through.
‘’There you go Miss’’ an elderly gentleman said, his aged hands carefully steadying his cane as he leaned down and dropped a very generous $10 dollar bill into my hat.
‘’Oh gee thank you Sir, thank you so much’’ I smiled gratefully up at him, and could feel my eyes instantly well with water in elated happiness, as I now had enough to afford a night at the homeless shelter a few streets away.
‘’You’re welcome’’ the man nodded with a small smile, sorrowfully lowering his eyes from me as I see most people do, most that is who linger long enough to look into mine.
It was called guilt.
Guilt that they couldn’t do more to help me, guilt along with human curiosity over how a girl so young still, could end up in such an unprivileged situation.
I didn’t blame them of course, it wasn’t their fault. It was just the card I was dealt from a very weak pack. We all had our lives to deal with I guess, and this unfortunately just happened to be mine.
I watched the man hobble away with his arm outstretched to catch the next approaching bus, and away he went leaving me every gratitude my heart had to offer.
The timing was to perfection, as I glanced over up at the large clock above the bus terminus to the left of me, which read 10:02 pm.
I knew the shelter closed its doors at 10:30, giving me enough time to quickly fold my blanket, pocket up my money, and sling my heavy rucksack over my shoulder containing all I owned in this world -which in addition to my blanket and money, were really just a few extra shirts, jacket, boots, and emergency canned goods.
It was also the time I typically vacated my corner spot by the Vintage Seattle Boutique, as experience had quickly educated me about other homeless bodies of the opposite sex, ones who loved nothing more than pushing intimidation on those weaker at surviving the streets than they were.
The first and last time I was duped like that was during my virgin days out on the streets, where I was warmly approached by a young man looking just as broken as I was. Jeremy, he told me his name was, and had very kindly offered to share his food and drink with me, as well as shelter for the night inside his tent a few streets away. I of course went willingly in naïve desperation, and if it wasn’t for my agile legs being able to outrun him, the friends he had waiting inside his tent would have had a delightful evening at my unschooled inexperience.
I learned the code of the streets pretty fast after that, but even then there were always people lurking about, just waiting until you fell asleep…
I’ve been robbed more times than I could count by other homeless bodies inhabiting the area, most of which would you believe were by other females.
After that, I stuck mainly to the main streets. Better the dismissal of pride in front of those better off than me, than trying to save face through dignity on the exposed backroads of Seattle.
The city could be a dangerous place at times, especially for a female. But over the years I’d learned to look after myself, and it’s that knowledge and willpower that helps me get by today.
CHAPTER 2
All packed and ready to go, I hurriedly tied my hair up into a messy bun with the worn elastic I kept around my wrist, and headed on my way.
I preferred walking down through Madison Square to get to the shelter. I was familiar with that route, and frequented it most nights on my way to my preferred sleeping spot under the bridge, parallel to the metro. It was a quiet safe area for me to walk at night, as the unkempt shuffle of homeless bodies typically shied away from there, what with the area being so city slick and loiter-free. I expected of course the usual unpleasant frown from those around at the random hobo walking their neighborhood, but it didn’t bother me, not even in the slightest. In fact, it was worth the humiliation over the joy gained when treating my eyes to the fabulous homes that graced that neighborhood.
It truly was stunning! A real princess’s paradise with all the beautifully lit door lamps, perfect deco, and grand elegance someone like me could only dream of.
There was also on the way a nice cozy park still open that one could sit in, and where I could also check my reflection in my compact that I’d stolen once from an open market.
I wasn’t proud of some of the things I’ve found myself having to do over the years in the way of survival, which unfortunately petty theft had now become a part of my miserable life.
I tucked the concealer I used back into my pocket with a half-smile of satisfaction at my reflection. I guess it felt somewhat good to arrive at the shelter without looking like something out of a B-Rated zombie movie, from dark circles accumulated under my eyes from inconsistent sleep out on the streets.
I was just about to get going after checking my watch for time, when I suddenly saw a familiar car drive by me…
Habit made me scoot quickly behind a nearby bush, so as not to be seen by the tall gentleman in a dark business suit and white crisp open-collar shirt, who cruised by me in his suave-looking black Bugatti sports car with cool indigo lighting underneath.
I knew I wasn’t going to make it in time now for the homeless shelter, for every time I saw him it was as if my heart suddenly stopped beating.
He was different. Delectable. Every part of want and desire all rolled into one.
I’d see him often. And more often than not found myself shying away from him, shamefully hiding my dirty face under the material of my oversized hoodie, so my worn-out looks wouldn’t turn one so attractive as him to stone.
I guess I wasn’t completely through with pride as I let myself believe, as it was that silent humiliation which kept me hidden in the shadows from letting someone as handsome as Mr. Midnight-the silly nickname I’d made up for him, as I‘d often see him cruise this area around the midnight hour- see me.
His routine never differed. He’d park at the same spot most work nights by the side of the road where a vehicle charging machine was. The smooth jazzy blues playing from inside his car would lower, the door would gently swing open, and I’d watch from my hidden position as Mr. Midnight would step out and stretch his legs a little while charging up his car, before sitting back inside with the door slightly ajar while checking his phone messages.
He secretly was every bit the male specimen my heart desired, as I took in every feature of his rich handsome looks behind my blushing eyes.
Hmm, I wonder if it’s his wife or girlfriend he’s always messaging…perhaps maybe both, I grinned to myself, stupidly feeling jealous over the unknown woman or women who got to indulge such a beautiful man.
Hidden behind the bushes still, I used my fingers to pry apart a few leaves blocking my view so I could better look at him ‘’eew, gross!’’ I hissed when a fugly black spider suddenly scampered its way across my hand.
‘’Hello? Is anyone there?’’
I froze.
Had he seen me?
With my body perfectly still, I peered my eyes again through the bush I was hidden behind to watch him, noticing his eyes looking a little curious as he too peered further out his car, curiously scanning the area around him to hear where the sound had come from.
I didn’t blame him. Even with this being the good part of Seattle, pickpockets and gangbangers still lurked under the cover of night. And with the way he was dressed and in the expensive-looking car he drove, it would certainly make him an attractive ATM target.
I peered down at the time on the cracked screen of my shitty cell phone -a Christmas come early surprise one night, when finding it sitting by the side of the road before anyone else had managed to snag it.
Shit…I had all of nine minutes to get my butt on over to the shelter before they closed their doors for the night, deciding it better to get there and enjoy a night in from out the cold, rather than crouched here with all the spiders bush-stalking a man I’ll never have. And so with my body quietly retreating from the bushes, I hurried my way out of the park making it just in time before the doors to the shelter closed, where I quickly grabbed myself something to eat from what was left of that day's food pot, before the kitchen too shut down for the night.
Alone, warm, and out from the cold, I lay comforted in the miss-patterned quilt the beds here came with, where I with a relaxed sigh gently loosened my hair from out its messy bun, and lay comfortably running my fingers through it with a dreamy smile thinking of my Mr. Midnight….
‘’You’re beautiful Taylor’’ his rich deep voice would say to me.
‘’Thank you’’ my blushing eyes would smile back shyly.
I felt silly concocting a fantasy POV of us together, but why deny any fantasy when in my minds reality it felt so good?
When the streets were quiet, and I was able to perfectly relax my mind and filter my thoughts without the threat of interruption, he secretly was all I could think about…from the silky smooth flow of his perfect swept-back hair, his tall manly physique with broad shoulders that made up his frame in the sexy way in which he carried a suit, to the intoxicating rich cologne that danced the midnight air whenever he cruised by. All of which built the fantasy in my mind of what I considered to be the perfect man.
That night was the closest I’d ever been to him, and while not that close to notice, I was left wondering as I always did what color his eyes were. I imagined blue just like mine, although his would be deepened like the farthest parts of the ocean, but with a soft warmth about them that further tingled my heart. I guess you could say I had a #strangercrush if that’s even a thing, lol. And while my current lifestyle, in reality, shouldn’t favor such fantasies, seeing him night after night was now something I immensely looked forward to, and in a way kind of kept me going.
It had been a while since I’d managed to score a night at the shelter, and with the luxury of pure privacy all mine that night, I willingly let myself get fully immersed in my Mr. Midnight fantasy, as I lightly trailed my fingers down my body, naughtily pushing them deep between the open parting of my thighs…
CHAPTER 3
The one thing you notice over time when living out on the streets is, the ability to accurately remember the faces of people who pass you by. Made sense right? As that pretty much was 90 percent of what our eyes ingested daily….faces, places, and rusted old beggars change.
I’d fine-tuned to memory so many things from that of my surroundings, that if the worst were to happen and the city ever got torn down, my memory alone could act as the blueprint in helping put it back together again. With that said, I knew the importance of staying sharp on the streets, especially as a female with no one and nothing but herself to have her back….and was the reason I now began quickly gathering up my things and stuffing them into my rucksack, when one of those ‘accurately remembered’ faces could be seen watching me from a side corner…
I knew who it was, and with the darkness of night fast approaching, and my having not made enough that day to secure myself another night at the shelter, I certainly didn’t want to find myself suddenly woken with a nasty surprise sometime in the dead of night, that could have been avoided now if I was agile enough and got going.
The face belonged to one of the friends of that Jeremy guy -who even with it being a few years back since my encounter with him- I distinctly remember the guy being one of three sat waiting that day inside his tent for me. I’d see them around every now and then, typically during daytime hours though, or on occasion in passing at the homeless shelter – which to my advantage had great onsite security.
That night however I didn’t like the look in his eyes, which I could still feel burning a hole through me as I hurriedly vacated my position by the Vintage Seattle Boutique, with the intention of snuggling in for the night by an enclosed alleyway just off of Charlotte Street. I remember it having a cozy doorway that stayed warm pretty much all night long, with continuous heat emanating out from the laundry air vent of the hotel beside it.
It unfortunately wasn’t somewhere I could rely on as my typical night base, due to the 24-hour staffing of the hotel. But on occasion I’d risk it, and the memory was always nice.
It was whatever I guess at having to leave early, instead of my usual hanging on a little longer to grace my adorning eyes on Mr. Midnight. I knew I’d see him again though, or at least I hoped I would, but right now safety of the street came first.
I knew a quick short-cut through to Charlotte Street that was only a three-block walk away from Madison Square, and so with one last look around me, I hurriedly made my way toward the elegant-looking park and pretty buildings, confident in my mind that if I hurried enough, I could also grab something yummy to eat from out the hotels after dinner waste dispenser, a little further down the alley of Charlotte Street.
As usual, my fascinated eyes couldn’t help but soak in the warm decor of pretty homes around me as I walked. It was as if they each bloomed their own flow of after-hour magic, as walking by them always tingled an excited feeling inside me. I knew I’d never get to step foot inside a home so beautiful, but in my world, just walking by them provided a warm feeling of belonging.
I promised myself never to get overly emotional whenever I was feeling particularly down, that emotion alone had a unique way of breaking even the strongest of souls, sometimes to the point of no return. It was easier said than done of course, but somehow I’d learned to live with it. And in doing so, had bettered myself at a lot of things I never thought I would, or even could…this won’t be forever Taylor. Sometime in the future with the dollar a day you’ve been secretly piggy-banking away for yourself, it will finally all accumulate to pay for the one month’s room rent plus deposit you’ve been saving for…I consoled myself, which secretly was what I’d been working towards when on the streets begging for change.
A month’s accommodation would be plenty of time for me, where I would use that time sensibly to clean myself up and get steadily back on my feet, with the overall intention of hopefully getting myself in permanent work, where I’ll finally be able to pay my own way in life and never be a victim to rough living again.
I kept all my savings -which so far rounded to a measly $152.00 and some cents, mostly in coins- securely on my person in the front pocket of my ripped jeans. It was a miserable amount which technically should have been more, if only I hadn’t of kept getting robbed and having to fucking start over.
