We go on up to 91st Street and turn east between Broadway and Amsterdam. We stop at the first abandoned building which is really near Columbus. The woman—I’ll say “woman” too this time—has dyed blond hair that looks like straw under the street lamp. She pulls at her skirt and pops gum in her mouth. “Hurry up now,” she says. “I ain’t got all night. For this little shit money, I’m doing you a favor. Be glad I got the real money early. Roscoe be on my ass if he finds out. Be on all your asses, too.”

She enters the dim hallway and Maxie and Lou follow her up to the first floor. I wait with Cuddles against the parked cycles. They’re gone only about five minutes when she comes out again. “Anybody got a jacket? It’s damn cold in there.”

Cuddles hands over his jacket. Up close now I see she’s not much older than me, maybe younger. I wonder why she’s doing this. I want to say something to her but I don’t. Besides, what can I say? I’m here. Cuddles winks at me and points to her swaying ass as she goes back inside. We wait. When our turn comes Maxie and Lou watch the bikes. Cuddles goes first. He doesn’t take off his pants all the way, just unzips his fly and plows in. He’s fast. Faster than I’ll ever be. Maybe. It’s already my turn. Her face turns up to me from the floor, her eyes tiny like they’re holding something in. “What’s the matter? You scared?”

I don’t say anything. I make my eyes tiny, like hers.

“If you don’t come on, you lose. Ain’t no discounts, now.” And she laughs. Cuddles laughs, too. I climb on top, my clothes tight at the waist. I feel around her titties and she turns her tiny eyes away from me, arching her back. “Stop fumbling with my chest. Ain’t nothing there.” I want to say I like it like that, but I don’t say nothing. This close I can see her teeth ain’t clean.

Cuddles moves toward the door, keeping a look out. I try to say something, but she starts moving her hips around and my dick pops out of my pants. The tightness is gone. I’m all in her now and working, watching her face, her head shaded by the denim jacket and her tiny eyes doing nothing until they open up on me doing what I’m doing.