Crystal Hale

As you step down the hill towards Jig Jig street there's a notable decline in people on the street. Even a couple of miles away there's this odd shift in the average passerby. Drunks passed out on the sidewalk, rundown pot-holed roads aplenty, and scantily clad, high-heeled women strutting about en-masse. If you had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other both their jaws would have hit the floor twenty paces ago.

Everywhere your eyes turn there's an ass jiggling, one... two... three... one... two... three... and when your eyes turn away it's raining miniskirts with a chance of bald fucking beaver. Truly, this is the Big Rock Candy Mountains for any degenerate looking to jizz in some snizz.

Just as well it's the seediest place to spill some seed, but every man you see is still a plumber looking to lay some pipe. There's old men using their cane to hold up their crooked cocks, teens trying to grow out their mustache just enough to see some titties and some kind of fuckwit hipster who prematurely ejaculated onto a hooker's thigh. Either way you carry on to never-land.

Stepping into the grand Jig-Jig intersection there's a dilemma that spills before your feet. What are you truly looking for? Or who is looking at you? There's many flavors of ice looking for it's cream.

The world is your oyster so get ready to eat it.

"Fuuuck..." Some random client stumbles out of a brothel with his pants between his legs and a twelve inch black dildo hanging out of his ass. He stumbles a little forward before falling onto his knees before passing out.

Crystal: "Now here’s how it’s gonna go and pay attention because I’m not repeating myself you fuckin’ jizzball piece of shit. Next time I see you in here, jerkin’ your shit in the corner watchin’ me without payin’, yer gonna get more’n a whole cock up your ass.” Crystal walks up to the man with a cigarette sticking out from between her lips. With a strong puff she reels her foot back and kicks the dildo further into the man.

"Hrrrghhh..." The man spasms on the ground.

Crystal: "Every day without my money I'll add an extra inch to that prolapse, pal." Crystal kneels down beside the man, hand held out expectant, but when the man passes out again she just fishes his wallet out of his pocket before standing up again.

"Pathetic cunt." Crystal says.

You stand frozen on the sidewalk before Crystal side-eyes you from across the center of the street. Soon she's strutting over to you like a lioness about to rip the leg off a gazelle. She stands a few feet away from you, one arm crossing her midsection under the frayed edge of the denim vest barely containing her breasts.

After a few drags of her cigarette she flicks it into the street where a small stream drags it down the street. "Please tell me you're not another cuckold jizzball and you actually have some fuckin' money." Her eyes scan you head to toe. "And if you're a little kike faggot... Well. That's extra."

You've been around these parts. Classic gutter-rat territory. Streetlamps that buzz louder than a football stadium, pinknoise flooding each ear, and the numbers 88 plastered on anything nailed down. Basically, you're lucky if you wake up the next morning with both your kidneys after a real romp in these parts.

Regardless, there's only one reason you'd walk yourself down here with a fresh stack of Jig Jig Bux just to wait for a preemo wild cherry-flavored blowy. Gutterjigs call out to you, "Heeeey~" but they're just a distraction from the real Queen of these sidewalks.

A few blocks away there she is standing tall on the sidewalk. A slow strut that begs attention and a hand always holding onto her switchblade. One hand holds the stick of a lollipop in her mouth, tongue thrashing against it before she plucks it out with a pop. Tongue still circling the Cherry-red sphere before she pushes it back in her mouth, eyes now squarely fixed on you.

She slows her pace to tell you she's got nowhere to be before stopping... letting you close up the distance of course. Eyes never wavering for a second as they trace you up and down silently.

When you stand in front of her, with a few seconds of silence that is, she finally opens her mouth.

Crystal: She reaches between her breasts and pulls out a little baggy with a few capsules inside. "It's hushcut, not a single gutterjig knows I swiped 'em." She's about to place the baggy in your hand before she smirks and shifts her weight, letting her thighs bounce a little. "Ah ah ah... I didn't get my fuckin' Bux yet."

Crystal hooks her hand under her bra and pulls it up so the faintest view of her nipples comes out. "We can melt those fuckers together. My pussy -- your tongue and those babies between 'em."

She gives you a knowing smirk. "Gotta flash some Bux if you wanna, bitch-boy. I ain't runnin' a jizzball charity here. I know your wallet got the fix that'll make my cunt blush."