Chapter 4 🫦

He clears his throat... "I'm-um, I'm supposed to pick up a hooker for the night." The young man stutters around.

"Well, sugar, you came to the right place, but can I ask what you mean you are supposed to pick up a hooker?"

"I'm a pledge for a sorority at the local college, and our task tonight is to pick up an um- hooker."

"Okay well you don't have to say hooker like it's going to bite you or give you some kinda disease. Second, what are you supposed to do with one of us if we agreed to get into your car?"

"Um, well, we were just told to get one in our car for the night. How much do you charge just to set with me and talk, he asks?" I arch a brow at him.... all you want to do is talk.

"Yes, ma'am... no offense, but I don't want to catch a disease, to be honest."

"Well, kid, I'm okay with just getting in your car, but let me set you straight. We are spotless. We go to the doctor regularly, and we make our Johns wear a condom- and we never kiss them nasty fucks. But that's really not something you need to know because after tonight I don't want to ever see your face around here again, understood?"

He smiles at me and shakes his head. "Yea understood." He tells me.

I got into his car because I kind of like this kid. "So, where to?"

"Could we go to a motel?" he asked me.

"Yes, I think that can be doable."

"Hey kid, you never asked how much I charge."

He looks at me... "shit, right, of course we have to pay. Um, will 100 do for your time?"

Fuck, this kid must be one of them rich kids. I know I shouldn't take the 100, but that's going to make up for not having any customers late at night. "Yes, 100 will do."

"Good... do I give it to you now, do I wait until we are done?"

"Now it's fine." I tell him then we drive off toward a motel. The one he goes to pull into is one of them fancy ass motels. "No sweetheart, this place doesn't charge by the hour... you need to find a Motel 6 or 8, and you will be good."

His face turns red from embarrassment. "Yes, I guess you are right. So, we get to the motel, and what?"

Lord, this kid. "Go tell them you need a room for a couple hours and pay, then we can talk in the motel room or just watch TV. Your frat buddies won't be the wiser."

"Could I take a picture with you just so I can prove to my brothers that I really picked you up? Even though I'm not sure they are going to believe you are a hooker."

"Yes, in the picture, and why would they not think I was a prostitute?"

He clears his throat... "you're beautiful, and you don't dress like the other girls that are on the streets."

"Oh- um, well thank you." We get to the motel, and once the poor guy goes in and gets the room, we go in and sit down on the chairs that are in the room. He picks up a conversation and I've got to give it to him. He knows how to keep one going.

"So, you became a prostitute because some asshole touched you as a child, and because your dad was a businessman, he wouldn't listen to you, so he kicked you out."

"Nailed it."

"I'm sorry," the guy says... and I smile at him. "Not your fault, kid. Okay, well, it's been over an hour. I think you are ready, and I need to get back so I can make some more money for the night."

"How much do you need to make in one night?" He asked me.

"Oh - um, nobody has ever asked me that before," I replied to him. "300 would be a good night for me."

"Well, here you go. This will give you one night off the streets, right?" The guy asks, and hands me three hundred-dollar bills. "I can't take this kid... what if you need it for something?"

"I have a trust fund. Not rubbing that in, but I can afford to do this for you this one time."

"Why would you, though, I ask him?"

He says, "You seem like a really nice person who didn't deserve the life you were thrown into."

I nod at him and take the money. Because let's be honest, anytime I don't have to let some asshole touch me is a win in my book.

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Later that night, I plan on watching TV since I have free time. I don't get to do that very often anymore. I found a movie on one of my subscriptions. It's an older movie, but it's kinda ironic it's a movie about a prostitute. It has Julia Roberts in it. I love watching her act, so I set, and watched this movie. It would be so cool if a rich guy would come and swipe me away from all this shit that I call my life.

I get a little way through the movie when there is a knock at the door. "Who is it I ask when I get closer to the door."

"Open the fucking door," Martin barks at me on the other side of the door.

I open the door in no time flat, so he doesn't get pissed at me, and kicks the door in. He has done that to Layla before. "Hey Martin, what are you doing out so late?"

"Well, for starters, where's my cut for the nights? I gave you a slide from last night, so you better have both nights Corky are so help me. Also, you start at 10 sharp tonight and the bar. You will still work the streets and I will let you work the bar once a week. If you do good I will give you more jobs to do. But don't expect to come off the streets Corky. Because it's not happening.

"Yes, sir, I understand... and you will not be disappointed in me... I promise, Martin."

I do a happy dance once Martin leaves..., and I shut the door. I will have to tell Layla about this, but how much can I tell her.

I finish the movie I was watching, then I try, and lay down, and get some sleep, but there is no use. I am too wired up from the lack of work tonight, so I make my way back downstairs to the corner to see if Layla is back yet. Hell, she may have taken on a couple more Johns for all I know. When I don't see her... I stand on my side of the corner just to see if I will get a few more hits tonight. And just like that, a car drives up.

"What'll it be, sugar?" I ask the guy once I get up to his passenger window.

"The works the guy on the driver's side says..." and fuck, what was I thinking by coming back out here? I plaster a smile on my face... that'll be $200 for the work I tell the john.

"Well, alright then, get in before someone sees my car."

I comply with the man's request and we make our way to the dingy motel where the young man and I were earlier. Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom. I tell the guy, then head off to the powder room. I grabbed my bottle of coke to snort, so I could be high enough to forget this night.

After checking myself in the mirror, I walk back out to where the john is lying butt ass naked on the bed. I almost vomited right then and there... this guy is so overweight he snores, sitting up and fuck me, where is his damn dick at? How am I supposed to work with that?

"Come on, honey, I don't have all night." The guy says... eyeing me over his big ass stomach. I walk over to the bed he's lying on... and I put my big girl panties on. "What would you like first I ask him?"

He looks at me like I'm stupid... "I want a fucking blow job first, you stupid ass whore. Damn, the last woman I picked up was so much smarter than you are... she knew just what to do, didn't ask dumbass questions."

To prevent myself from saying something inappropriate, I bite the inside of my cheek and begin working on this unfortunate man. I barely get my mouth around his shaft when he is moaning and writhing like he is fixing to come all down my throat. I suck a little longer. Right before I think he is going to blow his load in my mouth "so not fucking happening, by the way." I pop his dick out of my mouth. Then tell him to put a condom on so I can finish the job... once he does as I ask, I sit on his dick, and ride his orgasm out.

This guy has the nerves to ask me if it was good for me. Really dude?

"Mm- yes, it was awesome how was it for you?" I ask him.

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It's 10 in the afternoon, and one of Martin's bartenders is giving me a lesson on how to run the bar. It seems pretty simple, but I don't tell the guy that because he thinks he is doing something good, and I just don't have the heart to tell him otherwise.

"Okay Corky, this next customer is yours Mr. Gordon tells me," so I walk over to the customer that just sat down at the bar to wait on him, and I'll be damned if it isn't Adams.

"What'll it be, sugar?" I ask Adams once I make my way over to him... and he looks up at me with a smile on his face. "So, he actually gave you something else to do. Hmm, what was that about me being a dick sucker now?"

"Oh, don't start your shit with me, Adams. What will it be before the bartender tells Martin I'm not doing my job?"

"I'll take a beer.... bud, light."

"Coming right up." I tell him, then walk over to the draft beers and get him the beer he wants. I take it back over to where he is, then go to walk off. "Wait a damn minute, Corky. Come back here. I didn't just come to this run-down bar for a fuckin' drink. I need you to put this back on... and don't fuckin' smash this one."

"Are you fuckin' shitting me right now, Adams? Are you trying to get me killed?"

Adams just looks at me in the way he does, and I snatch the damn pendant out of his hand and put it on my shirt, hopefully with no one noticing. "Now drink your damn beer and leave."