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" Well fuckyou too...kiss my ass!", yelled twenty three year old dark-haired Trudy, her mane raised to the top of her head, the sexy girl dressed in a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of black western boots.

" Like I said..., you're fired.", said her 'boss', the guy fed up with the young lady and her attitude.

" And like I said..., fuck you!"

" Get out of here...leave now or I'll call the police."

" Suck my right one!"

" If I call the cops...I'll also tell 'em what I suspect."

" What...what are you fucken talking about?"

" You know...I know what you do when you take all those "lavatory" breaks."

" What are you...some kind of a pervert...watching me to go to the bathroom."

" I don't have to watch anything...the whole place knows it."

" Knows what?"

" That you're a drug addict."

" Fuck you...asshole..., you don't know shit!"

" Are you gonna leave...or do I really have to call the police?"

A pissed off expression on the young woman's face, the lady nevertheless just made a frustrated sigh, spit on the floor, gave the stockroom manager another dirty look, and then left the building, walking out to the parkinglot toward her old rusted Topaz where she opened the door, parked her nice ass behind the wheel, reached for a cigarette, and then fired up, saying to herself, " I don't care...they can fuck this place...fuck all them bastards."

After she started the engine, Trudy drove off, headed home to her apartment. A half hour later, she pulled up alongside the curb and got out of the car, walking up to an old four suite brick building, going up to the third flat. Once inside, she quickly flopped her pretty ass to the sofa and continued to smoke for a while after which she got up again and went over to a drawer that she opened, removing an empty small plastic bag. Taking up the thing, Trudy looked at it with desperation on her face, finally saying to her own ears, I gotta get another job...need more money to get more of this fucken stuff and pay the damn rent as well."

She knew it wouldn't be long and she'd have "problems", her need for the "chemical" exceeded most of her desires and wants. Thinking for a second, the girl finally remarked to herself, " Well..., looks like I should just get into a new line of 'work' next week...sell my ass...that should raise enough money...why didn't I do this in the first place...be a fucken whore..., why not?"

The rest of the evening was spent doing this and that, nothing much until the young lady finally took a bath, put on her pajamas, and then turned in for the night. When the next morning came around, Trudy got out of bed, dressed herself in similar clothes, raised her hair back to the top of her head, and then put her boots back on after which she ventured out to the kitchen and made herself some breakfast together with a cup of coffee.

For the next few hours, the girl didn't do too much of anything until the afternoon rolled along and then something began to happen, coming on suddenly and getting stronger and stronger. Seated on the livingroom's sofa, Trudy started shaking, feeling sick, and the whole thing just got progressively worst.

" Damn...I gotta get some money...I need a fix.", remarked the heroine addict as she staggered to her feet, feeling tired.

A half hour later, the horrible feeling became intense, so bad that she fell back to the sofa and held herself, her body constantly shaking until about ten minutes later she went into the next "stage" of withdrawal, an angry feeling coming over her.

" Fuck..., fuck...I gotta have some...I need some...I just gotta have it!", cried Trudy, hitting the side of the couch.

This all went on for another five minutes until her drug infected brain remembered something, the old guy downstairs in apartment number two, some seventy year old individual, staying home most of the time, living off his social security check. A deviant smile crossing her lips now, the young lady left her apartment, went downstairs, and finally stood before the guy's flat, knocking on the door.

It didn't take long and the old man finally opened the entrance, saying, " Hello..., can I help you?"

" Hi...can I come in for a moment?"

" Why...is something wrong..., oh yea..., wait..., I know you...you're the girl from upstairs..., right?"

" Yea..., it's me..., can I come in?"

" Why?"

" Just let me in and I'll show you."

Feeling a little overpowered by her presence, the tired old man let her inside, closing the door afterward.

" Ok...what do you want...?", asked the elderly tenant.

" Here...bet you could use some of this...you've been living alone for a long time."

" Use what?"

Slowly, the woman raised her T-shirt to her neck, finally pulling down at her bra, exposing one of her nice succulent tits!

" Um...ah..., I don't understand...what's this all about?"

"Oh...c'mon...don't act like you were born yesterday...you're too old for that...you know what I want."

" Ah..., you mean you wanna have sex...what does a nice young girl like you want with an old guy like me...I still don't get it."

The effects of drug withdrawal getting the better of her, she screamed, " YOU STUPID FUCKEN OLD ASSHOLE...I WANT MONEY...DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW...I'LL LET YOU FUCK ME FOR CASH...DOES THAT MAKE SENSE TO YOU!"

Since the guy was old, his sex drive obviously wasn't what it used to be; therefore, her outburst turned him off more than her sexy body turned him on, causing him to say, " Look..., go somewhere else...I'm not interested...and besides, if you're willing to offer yourself for money, then who knows what else you've been doing..., you might have AIDS...just get outta here...leave me alone."

" Fuck you, old man...I ain't leaving till you take me up on this."

" Leave me alone or I'll call the police."

" Why does everyone always threaten me with the cops..., c'mon...don't you like my tits..., here...I'll show you something else."

Quickly, the drug addicted young lady turned around, lowered her jeans and panties to her knees, exposing her beautiful ass, shaking it back and forth a little, trying to excite the guy.

Again, he didn't respond, he only repeated himself, " Leave...get out...I mean it..., I'll call the cops."

After pulling her clothes back in place, Trudy looked around and yelled, " FUCK YOU...YOU GOT MONEY...I KNOW YOU HAVE...NOW GIVE IT TO ME...I WANT IT..., SEX OR NO SEX!"

Defiantly, the old man said, " NO...get out."

Trudy next pushed the guy against the wall, then grabbed him by his shirt collar, and said, " I want money...you gotta have money...what else do you got...some jewelry or something...give it to me."

" Leave me alone...go away."

Pissed off, she pulled the hairs on top of his head and pushed his skull against the plaster a few times, screaming, " GIVE ME ALL YOUR FUCKEN MONEY!"

" I don't have any...I don't have any!"

" Yea you do...you fucken got money...you got to..., you never go anywhere...so you gotta have it saved up."

" I don't have any!"

Frustrated with the man, Trudy pushed him to the floor and stared down at him with her hands on her hips, saying, " Give me the money."

" I don't have any."

Slowly, the girl raised her right boot and then brought it down into the guy's face, stepping on his mouth, yelling, " I WANT THE FUCKEN MONEY...I WANT THE MONEY!"

" Please...please...I don't have any...I don't!"

" Yea you do...now take me to it."

" Like I said...I don't have any...I don't!"

Next, the evil girl grabbed the back of the old man's shirt and dragged him into the kitchen where she released him and went over to one of the cabinet drawers, removing a large wooden cookspoon when she returned to the guy and struck him across the face a few times, making him cry out, " PLEASE...PLEASE...LEAVE ME ALONE..., PLEASE!"

" I bet you got some medication around here too...all old people got medicine...give me some of that too...something I can high on!"

" No...please, please...I don't have anything!"

" Yes you do.", answered Trudy as she tossed the spoon to the side and then walked around the man, finally kicking him the balls over and over, doing it at least five times, yelling. " I SAID I WANT THE MONEY...NOW WHERE IS IT?"

" I don't have any...I don't!"

" Yea you do...don't give me that shit."

" I don't...I don't!"

" Yea you do.", said Trudy, this time stepping down at his chest, doing it harder and harder!

" Please....I can't breath, please...you're giving me chest pains!"

" What's wrong, old fuck...am I giving you a heart attack?"

" Please...stop, you're hurting me...please!"

" This is only the beginning...now where's the money...I know you got some hiding around here...give it to me."

" Please...I don't... I don't...!"

Trudy walked over to one of the kitchen chairs and raised it up over her head, going back to the old man when she said, " Tell me where you go the money or I'll bring this fucken chair right down on your old gray head...I mean it!"

Terrified, he finally caved in and said, " Ok...ok..., please...I'll tell you!"

" Where is it?"

" In the bedroom...under the mattress."

" That's a stupid place to hide money...the first place anyone would look..., why didn't I think of that then..., oh well...whatever."

Quickly, Trudy ran into the bedroom and found the cash, three hundred dollars, coming back with the stuff, seeing the old guy making an effort at getting to his feet, causing Trudy to squat down right next to him, stick her face into his, and say, " Ok old man...if you tell anyone, I'll be back and kill you..., understand..., I'll kill you...get it...if you call the cops I'll be out again, then I'll be back...ok?"

" Yes...yes..., ok!", replied the old man.

" Good...very good.", answered Trudy as she stood up and then slowly strolled away, obviously taking the money with her, leaving the building, driving off to a place where she bought her drugs, quickly taking some of the stuff to quell her symptoms.

When the next morning came, Trudy woke up and started her new "job", working as a whore, making more money this way than she did working in the Wal-Mart stockroom, having lots more free time as well, caring about nothing else.

The End