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Whitechapel

Date: 5/9/2015, Categories: Fiction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Death, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, First Time, Horror, Lesbian, Masturbation, Murder, Prostitution, Virginity, Voyeurism, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

but Mary was one of the most stupidly honest people Rose had ever met. The Irish girl started brushing out her hair. "I came back after two weeks, though." "Why?" "The man. But I wanted to go back, once I had the money. What would you say to the two of us going together? I always imagined I'd run off there with another man, someone I really loved, but..." She paused. "A man makes things harder. I think the two of us would have it better. There are enough men in Paris for us anyway. Rich and handsome men." "Frenchmen wouldn't be interested in the likes of me." "You don't do so bad for yourself. And I'd be there to help you. It really is as beautiful there as everyone tells you. And it's away from all this. We could both start over." Rose had never imagined such a thing. Places like that might as well be fairy tales for as real as they were to someone like her. Even Knightsbridge was too far and too unreal for her to believe in unless she was looking right at it. But for Mary places like that could be real. Mary, for as hard as Rose knew her life was, had always seemed charmed. Of course Mary could go to work in a West End brothel and end up spirited away to France by a rich man when she was 21--and of course she could walk away from all of it like it was nothing. That was exactly the sort of thing that happened to a woman like her. Those things could never happen to Rose or any other normal person. ...but maybe it would be different if someone like Mary was with her? Rose bit ... her lip. "Where would we ever get that kind of money anyway?" In reply Mary put down her brush, went to the fireplace and, as Rose looked in wonder, pulled out a stone. Behind it was a lockbox (though the lock was broken), and inside that was a wad of banknotes so thick Rose would have had trouble getting her fingers around it. She gaped. "Oh my God...where did...you can't keep that kind of money just lying around. People steal." "That's why I hid it. I've saved for years. I should have more, but you know how I get. Still, it's a lot. Not enough for a trip for two yet, but maybe soon, if we both work and I don't slip up too much...in the spring. We could go in the spring. How about it?" "I...need air." Seeing Mary's furrowed brow, Rose said, "I'm all right, really. I just had no idea. I've never left London. I barely every leave Whitechapel Road. I need to think." Marry nodded and touched her arm. "Of course. I'm sorry to surprise you. Go for a walk. But don't be gone so long it gets dark, all right?" But Rose was gone until dark, and long after. She actually went back and rented a bed from Mother Morris, something she hadn't done in weeks. She didn't dare go back to the room on Miller's Court, not with the thoughts she was thinking. In the creaky old bed in the drafty lodging house, Rose stayed awake and fretted. She thought about all that money in the old box behind the fireplace. Money that no one knew was there... She could go with Mary. They could work through the winter ...