Whitechapel - Sex Stories

Whitechapel

... passed--or what appeared at first to be two women. They looked unusually strapping girls, with wide shoulders and strong chins. Rose bit her hand to keep from laughing. It was almost worth the cold and the danger to see two policemen on a beat in dresses and ladies' hats. They might not catch the killer, but they'd catch more than their share of double-takes. The opposite way came two men, walking almost abreast, one a young man in a cap, the other an older fellow in striped trousers and a long coat and beard. She thought at first they were together but soon realized they were simply walking the same direction. Taking a breath, Rose stepped out and smiled at them. It was so dark and fog-cursed that they didn't see her until they were only a few feet away. The older man slowed and lingered, the younger passing but then stopping too when he saw that he'd lost his de facto company. Rose smiled wider and was about to say something when the bearded man beat her to it, asking "Did I frighten you, Miss?" It was an odd question--frighten her how? With what? She opened her mouth to deny it but her voice caught. There had been an eagerness to the man's words, and now that he was close she saw that his eyes were very wide, the whites reflecting the yellow lamplight. His lips parted, showing the edges of glittering teeth. He was all twisted up, like a man caught in an orgasm...or perhaps a thrill of a more sadistic kind. He took a step closer and seemed to be reaching for something... ...

... "Hey you!" It was the young man in the cap. Rose heard his footfalls and felt a presence at her back, and now it was the bearded man who froze. After a second of dithering he turned and half-sprinted into the fog. The impression of his black silhouette didn't fade for some time. Rose stood like a woman in a dream until the young man snapped his fingers to get her attention and she started to breathe again. "Are you all right, Miss?" "I'm fine. What was that all about?" "He had a knife." Rose started. The young man nodded. "He was hiding it in his sleeve. I thought...well, anyway, he's gone now." "Yes," Rose said, with a hint of doubt. "Do you think he was...?" The young man shook his head. "Nah. If he really was, he'd never have done it with me standing here. There's all sorts of rampers about who think it's funny to scare the women now. My mate took to waiting on corners like this and jumping at the girls as they came around. Last week one of them did down on him with her bag. She was keeping a brick in it." "Even so, you were very brave to help me like that," Rose said, remembering herself. She touched his arm. "Would you like to go somewhere?" His eyes got very wide. "I'm not...that is to say, I've no money, Miss. I'm out of work. I'd gone to meet a man tonight who said he had a job for me, but it wasn't true. I've nothing in the world to pay you with." He looked at his feet and crushed his cap in his hand. She made him look up again and, not quite realizing what she was ...