[Depraved]

One fine day, a lovely young girl named Vera-Ellen had to do some laundry. She was miles from home, in a big city. She had run away, and was staying in a friend's van while she waited to make it big in films. She'd been gone for about a week, and her clothes were starting to stink. And her friend kind of smelled bad too. She figured that was mostly due to decay.
So, she went to the local laundromat to do her washing, but it was closed. She stood out front of it for a while, confused and wondering what to do. Leaning against the wall with her basket of clothes in her arms, she was evetually approched by a handsome fellow who introduced himself as Sully. The man told her that she could use the laundry room where he lived. While she waited, she could hang out in his apartment and listen to music. And he claimed to have lots of ice cold beer.
And she loved nothing more than to get fucked up.
And find something to do...
She was struck again by how nice everyone had been to her. She'd been told that the big city was full of rude, strange people that had evil intentions. She hadn't met a one yet, however. Such friendly folk, these city slickers.
Sully seemed delighted to have her over. He said that he had lots of friends who would love to meet her. She was overcome with pride. Folks wanting to meet her, of all people!
On the way over, she told him all about her ambitions to be a movie star. She didn't think she could wait to get to his place when he told her he had connections in the movie industry. She had big dreams, did Vera-Ellen. She wanted fame so bad she could taste it.
They took a long time in getting to his apartment, which was much farther away than he had said. Oh, well. She figured, he was doing her a favor, so she'd forgive him. It was too bad he had to live in such a run-down part of town. And his place was such a mess. Back home, they wouldn't let the pigs live in such conditions. It plain ruined the meat.
Scully was such a gentleman. He cleared off a space on the couch for her to sit, then immediately went to the kitchen to fetch her a beer. In a glass, even. She was sure getting the royal treatment. He sat across from her, and seemed almost desperate to have her drink it. Such hospitality. The beer tasted kind of funny, but not wanting to seem ungrateful, she drank it quickly, then asked for another.
After a few minutes, Sully's friends started showing up. It was strange, really; they all seemed to owe him money. After seeing her, they all remembered, and gave him fat stacks of cash without question, while he just sat back in his overstuffed easy chair, grinning from ear to ear. Such gentlemen, all of them. Even if they were all heavily tattooed bikers. Not surprising, really; Sully was a heavily tattooed biker himself.
And this group seemed to defer to him as if he were royalty. She figured he must be the leader of this group, and considered herself lucky. No bottom feeders for her! She only ran with the leaders of the pack.
Sully was quick to fetch her another beer, which she decided to drink more slowly. The noise level grew louder with every new arrival, and the living room filled up quickly. She wondered vaguely why there weren't any other girls at what was turning out to be quite the party, but her concerns were easily forgotten when a new arrival brought out his pipe, and offered her a hit of his weed.
She took a long toke, choking a little as she exhaled. It sure didn't taste like the weed she got back home, but she figured these folks must have better connections than she did. It made her feel different, too; but she didn't care. She loved to get high, and didn't much care how she got that way.
After a while, it occurred to her that she should get her laundry started. The boys told her not to worry, that they would help her with her clothes when the time came. They all laughed at that, and she wondered why.
It was getting awfully hot in the apartment. She loosened her top, and felt every eye in the room on her. She loved male attention so much. It really made her feel special. So she undid a few more buttons.
They all stared at her exposed cleavage like they'd never seen breasts before. She was awfully proud of her titties, and was glad they had finally filled in. She'd been so gawky for so long, and hadn't gotten half the attention she'd wanted until now.
She was having such fun with these boys, and she felt great. She remembered partying with the boys back home, but it hadn't been anything like this. They were too afraid of her daddy to treat her right. She was right to have run away, and said so to the entire room.
They all found it incredibly amusing, and made sure to tell the new group of guys all about it when they arrived. More bikers, these; she wondered if there was a convention in town. Some kind of rally. She asked them where the party was, and they just laughed and laughed.
She hoped that she could hang out with her new friends for a while. They were really cool, and they treated her like an adult. She thought it was unfair that just because she was underage, she didn't get to have any fun. Seventeen was old enough, dammit!
She laughed and laughed, feeling fine. She started swaying to the music playing on the radio, tossing her shiny blonde hair. She absolutely loved Bowie. He made her feel like dancing. She got up onto the coffee table and kicked off the ragged, dirty magazines piled up on them. Singing under her breath, she shut her eyes and swayed.
"She'll break your heart one day...then she'll laugh as she walks away..."
What fun!!!
She couldn't stop laughing! The room was starting to look funny, so she closed her eyes for a moment. Stars danced behind her lids, and she felt like she could fly off into them, if she wanted to. She was never, ever going home. The men started hooting and cheering. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so alive.
She heard a commotion near the apartment's front door, and opened her eyes. There was some kind of fight going on out in the hall. She hopped down from the coffee table, and headed over to see.
One of the men surrounding her took her by the arm and stopped her. He asked her where she thought she was going, and that struck her as funny. She laughed again, and tore her arm out of his grasp.
No matter how fucked up she might be, nobody disrespected Vera-Ellen.
Vera-Ellen turned and challenged her assailant.
"Just who the fuck do you think you are, asshole?"
She raised a warning hand and waved it in his face.
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The man shook his shaggy head and growled at her, lunging in to grab at her again. Vera-Ellen danced out of his reach, and darted in to sock him one, landing a punch that would no doubt soon blacken his eye. He roared in rage, and charged at her, only to be pulled back by several of his friends.
"Don't do it man..." they cautioned him, "Sully'll have your ass if you mark his new girl."

She cackled upon hearing that.
"Who say's I'm Sully's girl, huh?"
She put both hands on her hips and tossed her head.
"Nobody owns Vera-Ellen!"
She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and turned to meet Sully's gaze. He looked down at her gently and smiled.
"Ok, ok...it's okay, little girl..."
He stroked her shoulder and upper arm with a strong, gentle hand. She settled a bit, leaning into him.
"My boys are just saying that I'm looking out for you...pretty girl like you, nobody looking out for her...who knows what could happen in a rough town like this..."
"Vera-Ellen, huh? That's a pretty name."
She smirked at her assailant, and turned to face Sully again.
"Sully, sweetie?"
She reached her arms up around his shoulders, and lightly crossed her wrists behind his neck.
"That mean fella there scared me plain silly!"
Trailing one hand down his neck, she traced a line with her fingernail along his collarbone. She noticed absently that his nipples stiffened up immediately. Looking deep into his warm hazel eyes, she smiled sweetly. Leaning into him, she pressed her firm young breasts against his chest.
"Would you do me a little, tiny favor then?"
He glanced over the crowd now filling the room, then nodded down at her.
"Sure thing, little girl..."
Showing her pearly whites in a broad grin, she leaned up to kiss him on his jaw.
"Kill that sumbitch for me, would you?"
She had to walk down a narrow hallway for a good ten feet before going through a second, open door and into the main room. Sully's quarters were less a bedroom, and more a suite of rooms. The two windows on the far wall were both painted black and nailed shut. The door to a private bathroom stood wide open in the far corner. A bare bulb hung from the fixture in the ceiling, casting harsh light on the room she stood in.
Dirty laundry lay piled in heaps on the floor surrounding the king sized bed that Sully now lay on, beckoning to her with an imperious hand. A loud, complicated stereo system took up most of one corner, and a bureau stood in another, black cloth draped over the mirror above it. A gigantic heap of cocaine sat piled on the mirror sitting on the bureau, and she ran to it shrieking in glee. Sully sat up on the bed, piling pillows behind him as he leaned against the headboard.
"Go ahead, sweetheart...have a toot. Nothing's too good for my little girl."
She paused for a moment, thinking of her daddy. She missed him terribly, but he didn't understand her anymore. Nobody did.
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