The Western Male- Prologue
Nicotine
“Fuck,” Momiji cursed fluently under her breath, throwing the butt of her last cigar into an unsuspecting bush and stuffing the empty Marlboro pack deep into the, based on the cheery welcome mat in front of their door, Norris’s flower bed. “I need a smoke.”
She heaved a sigh and licked her lips, savoring the fading taste of nicotine. She needed it to keep her going through the long nights faking orgasms with one, maybe two, three, or even four, men lamely making attempts at her.
“God, I’m so fucking tired of this shit.” She rubbed her top lip with her tongue once more and hastily pressed up the black lace of her bra. “Just one more, then.”
She was disobeying her one rule- get home before midnight and you won’t get raped. And, as her trusty watch so loyally told her, it was 1:05.
Strolling down the sidewalk with her hands pressed into her panties, her skirt left behind in a frenzy to leave her last appointment, she scanned up and down the dark streets for any sign of civilization- other than the drunks and bums sitting hidden on the streets high on cocaine, that is.
She turned into an alleyway; behind it was where the main square laid, stepping with precision over the large spots of human urine and disregarded bottles of beer filled with piss and maybe even sperm.
Wolf whistles followed her as she walked. “Nice ass, slut!” A woman called, sparking laughter from the men that sat along the alley with her.
“I’ve got a nice finger too, bitch!” She yelled back, flipping the woman off and silencing her rude remarks. The males laughed along with her defeat as Momiji smirked the sudden commotion off.
My God, can Kumamoto get even more disgusting? She reached into her boot for a smoke and came up blank.
"Ah, shit," she hissed, "I forgot I was out." She groaned.
"My fucking God, doesn't anybody have a spare smoke?" She groaned aloud. She usually wouldn't, after all, saying things so blatantly could get her arrested, but she definitely didn't want to have sex with some of the bums laying along the alley.
A hand wrapped around her waist. "I sure do."
