Saving Corky

I started out on the streets when I was 16 years old - when my parents walked in my room one night and found me in bed with one of my dad's business partners. My parents didn't care that a man came into my room and touched me inappropriately during their party. They were more concerned about their reputation. "A well-respected business executive" like my father couldn't have a whoring daughter like me, bringing his name to shame, so I had to go. And it didn't matter that I had nowhere to go.

So, now at 22, I find myself a prostitute with a bad-tempered pimp, and a drug problem. I stay high on anything I can get my hands on just, so I don't have to feel the nasty shit the Johns are doing to me or be sound of mind when I'm blowing them off. I'm in my tiny ass apartment right now getting ready to head out to my corner for the night and get me a John or two.... try to make me some money for the night. I have rent due in a day are two, so as I'm getting ready, I snort me I line of coke and fuck that shit good. I look at myself in the mirror one last time... make sure I don't have any white shit on my nose, are anywhere else, then I head out to the corner.

"Hey Layla, any new business tonight?" I ask the lady and my best friend that stands on the same corner as me.

"Hey Corky girl. No, it's been kind of quiet tonight, but the night is still young girly... and you're looking fire tonight, so I'm sure you will get a few hits."

"I hope so, Layla. I have rent this week, and you know how Martin is about us being late for our rent."

"Yes, well, Martin should take the cut we give him after every night as our rent money." Layla spits out.

"Watch what you say, Layla. He has ears everywhere." I tell her and sway a little on my feet.

"Corky dammit girl, you really need to lie off that shit," Layla says to me.

"Only if I could find another way not to feel I would, Layla."

"Corky girl, why won't you get your GED? Carry your ass to college... and get the hell out of New York, away from this shit." Layla says for the 100th time. She tells me the same shit every night. She has since I was 18, and first started prostituting for Martin, our sleaze-bag pimp. I'm smart enough I could get my GED, and get into a community college, and make something of myself, but would Martin let me go? I'm one of his highest paid prostitutes.

"Corky, look alive, baby girl. Here comes some action, Layla says," breaking me out of my daydream.

"Oh, joy!" Here we go. "Hey there, handsome... what'll be tonight?" I say, leaning into the passenger window. It's a nice-looking older gentleman in his mid-40's not someone you would think you would see picking up a prostitute for an hour.

"I would like to rent you for an hour."

"Rent me?" This guy has done nothing like this in his life. Poor fucking sap. "Um, sweetheart, you don't rent us. You buy us for as long as you need us. We do whatever you want in that time frame and the price starts at $50 dollars and goes up from there, I tell him."

"That's doable he tells me." Then he just sits there for a minute like he's not too sure what to do about the information I just gave him. "Okay sweetheart, if you want to do this, then I have to get into your car. Then we will go to a motel or somewhere and that's where the real fun will begin," I tell him.

"Oh, yes, right, sure? Um, get in and then we can figure out where we will go for the night," he tells me, so I open the passenger door and climb in." Your first time I ask him?"

"That obvious, huh?"

"Yes," I smile at him, "but that's okay. So, what are you looking for tonight?" I ask him, then I kind of glance around his car and find a damn car seat in the back seat of his car. Really, man? "So, you and your wife just had a baby, huh?"

"Oh, um, I'd rather not talk about that, if you don't mind."

"Nope, don't mind at all..." what does having a kid have anything to do with me and my pay, anyway? "Alright, so if you want to do anything tonight, we are going to have to get this car in gear and head somewhere, okay?"

"Yes, okay. Where is the best place to go for stuff like this?" he asks me?

"Any of the smaller motels, I tell him." And then point him toward motel 8. "You can rent by the hour here and they don't ask questions, I tell him."

"So, I guess I'll walk in there and rent a room?" He asks me, and I try really hard not to laugh at this poor guy, but it's getting harder by the minute.

"Go in there and ask to rent a room for an hour - they'll give you a key."

"Okay, I will be right back, he tells me." Then stumbles out of the car. Hell, I thought I was high. I'm not sure if he is high or drunk, but he is definitely one of them. This is going to be fun.

He gets back to the car with a key in hand, then we drive around to find the room. Once we found it, we went into the room, then the guy just stood there again... not knowing what to do.

Fuck my life right now. "Okay sir, what would you like me to do first I ask him?"

"Um, anything I want, right?" The guy asks me shyly.

"Right." I say, trying really hard not to get annoyed with this dude.

He swallows enormously, then says "well in that case, can I fuck your ass?"

Ah, shit... didn't see that one coming. "Yes, I guess you can, but you've got to tell me why that's the first thing you asked me to do?"

His head falls back, and his eyes roll to the ceiling, "because my wife won't let me and now that we had the baby, she won't even let me touch it."

Ah damn, I was afraid that was going to be his answer. "Well, okay then, but we will have to find lube, and do you have condoms? Because if not I will."

"I have both... he tells me." Damn, this dude is full of surprises!

"Okay, well, how do you want to do this he asks me?"

"I don't normally do ass action. The Johns are rough, so we'll start doggie style. Don't get rough with me or I'll call it off and give your money back."

"Understood," he says," smiling at me, and he has a warm smile. You know that kind of smile that makes you believe in them, and that kinda scares me?

I undress myself, then wait for him to get undressed, then I climb up on the bed in the doggystyle position and wait on him to get his shit together. A minute later, I feel the bed dip, and the guy lines up behind me. I feel his fingers at my ass with lube on his hand. He puts one finger in my ass then moves it in and out, getting my ass loosened up. Once he is satisfied, he positions himself behind me and inserts his penis into my loosened up ass. He holds still for a minute... letting me adjust to him, which I find rather sweet, because like I said, most of these Johns are total creeps.

"Are you okay, he asks me?"

"Yes, I am good. You can start moving now." The guy is pulling out of me, and I can feel it. I looked at my watch and to my surprise... he lasted longer than any of my other Johns. He lasted a whole 20 minutes. Most of them bastards last 2- 3 minutes. I turn to look at him and ask if he wants to do anything else tonight, but to my surprise he says no, that was all he wanted to do. He hoped by doing it... it would help him get it off his mind and he wouldn't harbor hard feelings toward his wife anymore.

A little more information than I needed to know, but whatever floats his boat, I guess.

"So, how much do I owe you?" He asked me.

"$100, I tell him."

"Okay, that's fear, " he says, then hands me what I thought was a hundred-dollar bill, but there was more to it. "What's this?"

"For not judging me," he replies, then we walk out of the motel room without another word. He drives me back to my corner, then drives off.

Hmm, well, that was different. "You were gone for a little while. How did that go?" Layla asks me.

"Well, surprisingly, he lasted longer than most of our Johns..." I tell her with a laugh.

"Really? I've had two Johns to your one girl."

"They last longer and longer these days." I say sarcastically.

Layla laughs, then hits my arm. "Look alive Corky girl, here comes some more meat."

"I know I need the money, Layla, but fuck one a night is really being enough for me."

"I know it is, sweetheart, but until you get your head out of your ass and get your GED and do better for yourself, this is the life we are living."

"I know you're right, but it still doesn't make it any easier." Once I'm done moaning and groaning to Layla, I walk over to the car that's pulled up on the curb and lean into the passenger window. "What'll it be sweetheart," I ask John, and man this guy is a nasty slob. He's got cigarettes everywhere in his car. He's got one hanging from his mouth, and his hair and clothes look like I have not washed them in days. There is an odor coming from somewhere, but I put a smile on my face and do my job.

The coke is really hitting me. I won't know what's happening soon.

"I want the work, so get in," he says in a gravelly voice.

Of course, he does. "All right, then it'll be $150 for the work," I tell him.

He makes some noise in the back of his throat, then opens the passenger door for me to get in, so I assume he will pay the price. Once I'm in the car, he drives off and we end up in an alleyway. I really hate when they bring us to alleyways, but I've got to trust he's not some psycho killer.

The guy kills his engine. He wastes no time pulling his pants off and taking his dick out of his boxer briefs. Either I'm seeing shit or this dude has something on the tip of his dick. Whatever, just go with it, Corky. It's an extra $150 for the night. I always carry alcohol wipes with me so I can clean the Johns up really well before any part of me touches them. I don't want to end up with something Ajaxes can't even wash off.

This guy must be a regular because he knew exactly what to do when I handed him the wipe. Once he has himself cleaned up, I don't waste either of our time. I start work immediately. Placing the man's penis in my mouth, I suck. I play with his balls a little just to speed this process up, and as predicted, he's coming in 2.5 seconds. Quickest by far. I never allow them to come down my throat. That shits not happening. So, I take the guy's dick out of my mouth and let him do his thing. Once he's done, I straddle his lap, working my pussy as much as I can in this tight area, and try to get him hard enough again, so he can work a condom on and we can finish up.

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Later that morning, I'm lying in my apartment counting what I made last night. I ended up with two other Johns after the second one, so that made for a decent night. I walked away with $550, not a bad night. Unfortunately, I've got to give a share of that to my pimp Martin plus rent, so I will probably only walk away with $250 of that, but that still gets me some food in here. I should raise my price, but I don't want to pay Martin more. Or, I could not tell him and hope he won't find out. I'm heading to Martin's bar to give him his cut from last night and the rent money. Since I did well last night/this morning, I'll pay for that too. I knock on his door once I make my way through the bar and to his office in the back room.

"Yea, what do you want?"

I poke my head around the corner of the door. "Hey Martin, I was just bringing your half of the profit and my rent for the month."

"Well, aren't you just fuckin' generous? Put the money on the fuckin' table and leave."

I do as I'm told because I don't want the wrath of Martin coming down on me. He has a very mean strike. One time, he beat Layla so badly she couldn't walk for a month. I walk back out of his office and out the door. I head to the store to get a few things for my apartment. Although it's small and unpleasant from the outside, I used the extra money to decorate it and make the inside better. Last month, I got new furniture and recently painted my apartment. I'm smart enough to find good stuff from wealthy neighborhoods, so today I'm getting a few items for the bathroom and food for the house. What I don't spend I will put back into my little savings I have building up. I started it when I was about 20, so it's growing pretty well. I could actually get a house of my own, but what's the point when there is nothing wrong with the apartment and it's right here on my corner?

Although I own a car, I never drive it since I can walk anywhere. I want to go from here. I get to this little discount hardware store and go to the bathroom. The bathroom needs new hardware, so I start with a new bathroom sink fossett, and a new towel rack. I splurge a little and get a new shower head. Mine is starting to crud. After paying for my purchases, I noticed a store on my left. I enter and find towels, sheets, and a quilt. I don't normally spend more than I just need to... but you know there's just sometimes you have to splurge on yourself now and then.

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A little while later, I'm back in my apartment, changing out the appliances I purchased. Once I'm done with that, I step back and look at my handy work. I head to the laundry unit and throw some clothes in the washer. Afterwards, I return to my apartment to finish cleaning. As I'm running out of things to do, I decide to take a small nap. To make sure I can sleep for three to four hours before heading to the corner, I limit my morning sleep. Depending on the traffic, I usually work the corner from 10:30 PM to 5 AM.

I must have been tired because I woke up three hours later and rushed to the laundry area to switch my laundry to the dryer. I hope nobody stolid them.

When I get in there and check the washer, my stuff was in, they are gone. "Fuck!"

"Corky, I put them in the dryer for you about an hour ago. My neighbor tells me."

"Oh, thank you," I tell him, then walk over to the dryers and find which one my clothes are in, and sure enough, they are all there.

I get them back up to my apartment, then I head into my bedroom to change my covers out to my new one. Once I'm satisfied with that, I go into my kitchen and make myself something to eat. I'm starving. Having eaten, I decided to take a shower with my new shower head.

I'm currently in the shower, using the upgraded shower head to spray myself. I got the one where you can take it off and use it as a hand shower head. Well, I get it close to my pussy and it must hit my clit just right, because I have never been more turned on in my life, so I do what any normal woman would do. I get myself off on the shower head, and holy fuckin' shit, that was hot. Hell, who needs a man when you have devices like that? Men don't do shit for me anyway, so why not use my shower head?

I get out of the shower and dry off. Once I'm done with drying my hair, I look at my clock and it reads 9:30 in the afternoon. Well, shit, I guess I had my nap for the day, so I head into my room and find my outfit for the night. I decide on this little blue dress that comes up just a little past my buttocks, and a pair of black high heel boots that come up to my knees. I don't wear any jewelry because that's just asking for trouble, but I do put on a little makeup and some perfume. Once I'm done with that task, I snort a little coke, then check myself in the mirror, then head on down to the corner where I know my girl Layla will be standing. She's out here more than she is anywhere else. She is one of the few that has a house, but never stays in it because of terrible memories and shit.

"Hey Layla, how's the night going so far?" I ask her when I make my way down to the corner.

"Well, I'll be damned. Look what the cat drug out early tonight. What's gotten into you-Corky girl?"

"I was feeling good about myself today. I did a lot of productive stuff today." I told her.

"Oh, yea like what, Cork?"

"I got some new items to spruce up my bathroom, then got some towels and rags for a new towel rack. I also bought a quilt for my bed. After that, I washed some clothes and installed the new appliances I bought for the bathroom, then cleaned up, ate and took a nap. After the nap, I took a shower, then came down here with my best girl."

"I don't know why you waste your time in that apartment when you know I have a house big enough for the both of us, and hell, I don't even use it, Corky. I just don't understand why you won't just move in with me."

We have this conversation every time I tell her I've done something to the apartment, but I just don't think I would feel right living with her. I would feel like I was an intruder."Layla, come on... we have had this discussion already."

"Look alive, Corky girl. We have some bites. You know they don't start coming until you come downstairs. Maybe you should start coming out this early every night." Layla teases me.

"Um, I think it's all you, Layla, baby."

She just smiles at me, then walks to the car that pulled up in front of her, and I do the same.

"What'll it be, sugar?"

"You on my face, then on my dick." This younger guy, around the age of 18-19 says. It kinda throws me. I've never had a guy be so straightforward like that, and I sure as hell haven't had a guy eat me out. They are too damn nasty, but this guy looks clean. College kid, perhaps.

"We can fuck all day long, but I'm not so sure I want you anywhere near my pussy with your mouth."

The guy just cocks his head to the side, "and just way not sugar," he drawls?"

"How am I supposed to know where that tongue has been?" I ask him.

"How do you know where my dick has been?" He counters.

"Two things, my friend... one, I can rub that dick with alcohol wipes until I'm satisfied it's clean. Put a condom on it... two, we do what I say, not what you say. Any more questions?"

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My night goes by fast with the Johns. It's Saturday, so it's a pretty good night... It's also when we make the most of our money. By the time I finally make it back to my apartment, I'm dead to the world. I crawl my ass in my bed and don't wake back up until around 2:30 in the afternoon. Sunday's are always my off days, so once I get up I walk into the kitchen to see what I have to cook but there is nothing because I only got a few things yesterday, so I take this time to take Martin his portion of what I made last night/ this morning, then I walk to the store to get a thing of chicken, marinara sauce, pepperonis, and mozzarella cheese. I get back to my apartment once I have all the things I need. As I'm approaching my apartment, there are cops everywhere. "What the hell."

I see Layla standing back with tears in her eyes, so I walk up to her and ask her what's going on?

"It's Candy.... Corky. They found her body a block down the road in an alleyway."

My stomach larches to my throat. We've been hearing about some of the corner girls in the next town being found murdered, but I never thought it would come true to this part of the tracts.

"What happened Layla?"

"Someone slashed her throat. An undercover officer tells me as he walks up to us," I presume to ask us some questions. I recognize the officer as officer Adams.

"Well, thank you for that tidbit of information... Deputy Dewey." I say with all the sarcasm I can muster up, because fuck, he didn't have to be so blunt about it.

I can see the wheels turning in his head at the comment about Deputy Dewey.

"Ha-ha, figure that one out, asshole".

"Corky, why do you always have to be a bitch when we are only trying to do our jobs?"

"Don't know... maybe because I just don't like you."

"Well, newsflash whore... we don't particularly like you, either." One of the other cops says as he's walking up beside officer Adams."

"Anyways, what was it you needed, officer Adams...." Layla says, giving him her best smile.

"How well did you know the victim?" Officer Adams asks us.

"For about 5 years. She was very young when she came." Layla tells them.

"So, younger than Corky?" Adams asks.

"Yes," Layla says on a sob. She is taking this very hard. "Are we through here? I would like to get Layla upstairs and get her calmed down."

"Yes, go ahead," Adams tells me.

"Come on, Layla, let's get you up to my apartment." I don't realize it, but the two officers follow us up the stairs and try to come into my apartment. "What are you doing?" I ask them.

"We need to make sure the apartment is safe. Corky... the murder happened just right down the road."

"And it probably happened last night... Adams, there is nobody in my apartment."

"I'm not fuckin' leaving until I check it out." Adams growls under his breath, then pushes his way into my apartment.

"Damn, this apartment is a lot cleaner than I imagined it to be from the outside." Officer dude-drop says, and I just roll my eyes at him. "Do what it is you need to do, then leave, please. Layla is upset enough without you to make it worse. Do-not-touch-anything I grit out."

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Later, after the cops have left, Layla calmed down on the couch watching a movie. I made my way into the kitchen to start the supper I was going to cook for myself. I make sure I put enough chicken in the pan that it will feed me and Layla.

"Corky girl, I think this is the first time I have been in your apartment. It really looks very nice. Now, if Martin will do something with that outside so it doesn't look like such a dump."

"Yea, well, that will never happen, and we both know that." Once I'm done prepping the food and getting it in the oven, I walk back into the living room and sit down beside Layla, and we watch tv for about an hour, then I check on the food.

"Umm, it looks and smells so good." I get Layla and me a plate out, and pile them full of food, then I carry the plates into the living room, and we dig in.

"Oh, Corky girl, this shit is to die for. How come I never knew you could cook?"

"Not something we bring up when we are fishing for Johns." I told her.

"Corky girl, has anybody ever told you... you are a smartass sometimes?"

I smile at her... "you tell me that here and there."

Layla looks at me with her sad eyes. "Cork, promise me you will be careful from now on."

"I promise you I will watch my back, besides that's why I wear boots, Layla baby. I always carry a knife with me."

"Smart girl. Okay, well, I have taken up enough of your time and hospitality for one day. I think I'm going to go home and clean my house for once. You're making me look like a slob Corky girl, but seriously, you have the inside of this apartment looking beautiful."

"Thank you, but you don't have to go if you don't want to. We can watch something else on TV if you like, or we can listen to music?" I tell Layla for some reason I'm not wanting her to leave.

"Are you scared, Corky girl?"

"For you... Yes, terrified."

"I'm going to be okay, Corky girl... you don't need to worry about me."

"Look alive, Corky girl, we have live bait."

I look up and sure enough, a few cars come pulling up, so I walk over to the second car and let Layla have the first one.

"Hey there sugar." I say as I'm leaning into the car... and fuck, I recognize the John right away. NYPD's finest. "Come on, man, why can't you guys just leave us alone and let us do our jobs? Go arrest some real criminals. Hey, I have an idea... how about you find that person who killed Candy?"

"Just get in Corky." Deputy Dewey orders.

"And what if I don't, officer douchey mcdouche?" I ask the handsome cop... I've had several run ins over the past few years, but nothing in a while until yesterday. I haven't seen or heard a peep out of him.

He arches a brow at me. "Just get in Corky.... don't make me cause a seen, then you won't have any client tail tonight or for several nights."

"Fine, I say in a huff. Layla, I got me one." I tell my street partner, and she gives me a thumbs up, saying she does too.

"Okay deputy Dewey, spill it. What did you drag me away from potential clients for, and why not Layla or one of the other girls?"

He clenches his teeth but doesn't say another word, once I get into the car, and that doesn't set right with me. "What in the hell are you doing? "I ask him, then try to get out of the car before he drives off.... but he has already locked the doors, then drives off.

"Where are you taking me, you pervert?"

He cocks his head at me. "Really Corky? I'm the fuckin' safest thing you have for the night, so watch your tone with me.... and to answer your question, I'm taking you to that white van that's park just a block away, so we can have a little chat about something."

"The fuck we are, Adams. You are going to get me killed. Do you not realize the danger you're putting me in just for being in your car? Martin has eyes everywhere, and he's not stupid to who you are."

"Corky, why do we go through this every few months? You know why we come to you. You're the most popular, um- of your kind, and Martin looks for you to do the most. We just need you to get in better with your boss. Have him tell you who's selling him the drugs that he's supplying to these young kids. That's killing them. Would you like to know the number of daily fentanyl poisoning deaths among children aged 12 to 20? Do you get what I'm saying Corky, are you just not giving a shit?"

Do I give a shit? Should I give a shit? I've been in this life for so long I've had to put blocks around my heart so I don't break at every little thing I see on the streets. I don't know if I have the I care gene any longer.

"No, dipshit I don't care mommy and daddy should watch their kids better... is all I'm saying. Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to get back to." I get the door unlocked and jump out of his moving car like it's setting steel and start walking back to my street corner, hoping to get a real paying John this time.

I hear Adams yell at me... but I just can't give a fuck right now, and let's face it, he's asking a druggy to help get drugs off the fuckin' street. Where in his head did he think that was going to go?

I get back to my post and stand on the corner for a little while longer when a gentleman in his 40s comes driving up in a beat-up cavalier. "What'll it be tonight, sugar?" I say as I'm leaning down in his passenger window.

"Can we just ride around for a bit?" The john asks, and it throws me for a minute. Nobody normally asks to just ride around... but hey if he just wants a friend to talk to, who am I to deny him? "It'll be $50 dollars for just a ride, and $100 if you decide you want anything else, and that will go up depending on what you ask for, sugar."

"Damn $50 just to talk. Well, alright then." The john says, then leans over to open the passenger door for me.

In the distance I can see Adams and his cop buddies watching me. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me feel a little safe tonight, having them watch us with these creeps."

The john does as promised. We ride around for about an hour, and then he stops in an alleyway. I don't particularly like it when Johns do this... it gives me the heebie-jeebies, but this guy seems like an okay guy. He turns around and looks at me, and when he does, I see a change in his eyes. Then I see why. He has a gun at his side.

"Well, shit, so much for being a good guy."

"Take off all your clothes, " the john thells. At first, I just look at him like he's stupid, but then he puts the gun to my head. "I said, take off all of your clothes, whore."

He did not just call me a whore. I take my clothes off like he so nicely requested. "Once they are off, what are you going to do, rape me, then throw me out of your car without pay?"

"You can't rape the welling bitch."

"Well, I kinda became none-willing when you demanded that I take my clothes off, asshole."

"You have a fucking smart mouth on you... don't you, whore?" He says, then hits me upside the head with the butt of his gun.

This shit just got fuckin' real. My head was bleeding when he hit me, so I'm trying to hold my head... but take my clothes off before he gets madder. The guy seems unsatisfied with my speed, so he tears my dress off and quickly climbs on top of me while laying the passenger seat back.

I resist him since I am not intoxicated enough for this... and I know what will take place once he gets what he wants. I become the next victim. "Could he be the one behind the murders of the corner girls?" As I'm fighting him swing for swing. The window on the driver's side burst, and a hand came through the door to open it. Before I know it, the john is on the ground in handcuffs.

"You bitch... you're a fuckin' Newark."

"I wasn't... but for this one time, I'm glad the douchebag cops were following me."

"Corky shut up." Adams says behind me, and the prick handcuffs me. "What in the hell did I do?" I ask him.

He doesn't respond, he just halls my ass into the van he was trying to get me into earlier. "Smooth motherfucker... smooth."

Once the other cop drives away with the guy that attacked me, Adams gets into the van and checks my cuts and bruises, then gives me a jacket to cover up with.

"Awe, you care." I sass.

"Corky, I swear I'm going to strangle you myself if you don't knock the tough girl act off."

"Who says it's a fuckin' act, dickhead?"

Adams rubs his index fingers to his temples like he's trying to rub a headache away.

"Alright dude, you have me here now. What do you want me to do? I guess I owe you now, since you kinda saved my ass back there.?"

"Kinda, the other officer, snorts. No kinda to it, lady. We saved your ass... dude was going to kill you."

"Is he the one that's been doing all the killings of the street girls?"

"We can't discuss that with you, Corky."

"Right... right brother, hood and all. I get it."

Adam speaks up then. "Like I told you earlier, you are Martin's top girl... to say, so we need you to do a little spying for us. Try to get your boss to tell you where he's getting his supply of drugs. So, fourth and so on."

"You realize you guys are signing my death warrant, right... or do you just not care about that at all?"

"What was it you said to me earlier? Nope, I don't give a shit," Adams spits.... And it takes every bet of self-control I have not to assault a police officer.

"How do you expect me to get this information without Martin getting suspicious?"

"You're a clever girl. I'm sure you will come up with the perfect plan. Adams smirks at me..." and that pisses me off.

"Newsflash dickhead, you came to me with this, not the other way around... so either you help me or you can go fuck yourselves."

"Man, Adams, are you sure you picked the right whore? This one has a mouth on her."

"Officer, step out of the van, please.... Adams bites back." Officer dude-drop does as he's told, then Adams turns on me. "Corky, how long have we known each other?"

"For a few years now. You were a rookie officer the first time you collared me about 4 years ago... and I guess you could say I was a rookie prostitute. I was on the job for about 8 months then."

"Corky, you're aware that you're too skilled for this kind of job, right?"

"People keep saying that to me, but what makes me so much more special than anyone else on the street corner?"

"You have both this," Adam points to his head, "and this," he points to his chest where his heart is. "Whether or not you accept it." He says.

"Yea, well, that doesn't keep food on the table, and a roof over my head, man."

"So, let me help you, Corky. Let me help you get a better place to live, and even a better job. You will see life will be so much better for you. You're still young. The sky's the limit, Corky."

"Okay, Hallmark, enough of the sweet talk."

Adams just rolls his eyes at me. "Okay Corky, I'm going to put this pendent on you. This is going to be my eyes and ears to everything you are doing with Martin. You are going to wear it for a few weeks. At that time... I need you to get in with your pimp. Tell him you want to do more jobs whatever it takes for you to get closer to him, and for him to trust you hopefully enough to spell who his supplier is."

"Someone like Martin, why can't you boys in blue just arrest him, and have him do the dirty work? Why involve a lowlife like me?"

Because we don't have enough evidence to arrest him, and someone like Martin will never rollover on his dealer. He loves money too much.

"And what makes you think I don't?" Adams looks over at me with his brows on his forehead. "You mean to tell me you enjoy living in a tiny one bed apartment where you have no room to even piss... a job you have to let random dudes touch you in places they shouldn't.... and you like the money?" Is that what you're telling me, Corky? "

"Alright Adams, I get your point. But to be clear, the money really isn't all that bad if I was the one keeping most of it. "

"It's Dean."

"Huh?"

"My name... it's Dean Adams."

"Okay Dean. Let's get going so I can go home and take care of some things in my apartment before I take a nap and come back out."

"No... you mean so you can get ready to go talk to Martin before your nap, then have to get out here and sock up the night. Besides, you never know Martin might like the idea you came to him about working more jobs for him."

"Wishful thinking there Dean Adams."

"You're a piece of work, you know that, Cory Sullivan."

Adams gets to work on putting the pedant on my shirt. He makes it look good, so Martin or any of the Johns can't see what it is. Adams is putting the rose pedant on my shirt, and it looks normal, unlike in movie scenes where a wire is taped to your clothes.

I head on up to my apartment for the morning. Because by the time Adams and officer dude-drop were done with me, it was well past 5 in the morning. So, I just go home, and get a shower, then I head off to talk to Martin. I prepared myself to talk to my boss for the lack of a better word. Adams convinced me to do this and I can't believe I agreed. I just hope Martin doesn't read right through me and kills me on the spot. I shake that thought off and get my shoes on, then head down to the road, then walk my way to Martin's bar.

"Hey Corky girl, what are you doing here? Layla asks me when I walk into the bar." Shit, what do I say, because I never come to this sleazy bar unless I'm paying Martin, and she knows I've already done that?

"I need to talk to Martin before tonight starts..." I tell her, and to my surprise, she accepts my explanation. "Okay girly, well, you be careful. He's a bear this time of day, she warns me."

"Thanks for the heads up. If you don't see me out there tonight, you know what happened..." I joke with Layla.

"Not funny, Corky girl... not funny." I just smile at her and walk back to where Martin's office is. Once back there, I knocked lightly on his door.

"Yea, what the hell do you want?" Martin bellows, and I almost turn around, and walk right back out the door, but I put my big girl panties on, and walk on in." Hey Martin, I wanted to run something by you real fast before I take my nap and get ready for the night. "

"Oh, is that so Corky.... and what could you possibly want to fuckin' run by me?"

Well, this is going to be fun.... Fuckin' Adams. "Well, I was wondering if you possibly had other types of work for me to do, so I could make more money, possibly...." I say with a smile.

Martin looks at me sideways... "and just what in the fuck different jobs could your dumbass do besides work the streets Corky... hell, you don't even have your GED."

What's that have to do with anything.... didn't know you had to have an education to be someone's grunt? I Don't voice that opinion out loud though. "Well, I could start out by working the bar a couple nights a week, and then maybe we could go from there?"

"Are you trying to get out of working the streets Corky?" Martin questions me.

"No, Martin, I'm not... but I would like to make enough money to get out of the apartment I'm in, possibly. Possibly get a bigger and a little nicer place."

"Hell, Corky I don't know. Let me think about this for a day or two, and I will get back to you. Now get out of my face and get to your actual job."

"Thank you, Martin."

I leave his office quickly. I hope you're listening to me. You arrogant bastard, take your job and pendant and stick them up your rear end. I whisper into the damn pendant on my shirt. Once I get outside, I rip the pendant off my shirt and throw it on the ground. I stomp it for good measure. Let's see how the asshole likes that shit.

I'm back in my bed, trying to sleep, but I keep replaying Adams' advice to me about getting off the streets. Could he really help me get a place of my own... and even an actual job? Hell, could I actually get my GED and take college courses at my age? Ugh, Corky, stop letting that damn cop get in your head. People like me could have made better choices in our lives... become better people, but we choose this life, so why try to change it now? Why start second guessing who we are, and what we do?

Fucking Adams!

I finally fell asleep sometime later. I wake up to my alarm blurring in my ear, so I get up and get another shower for the night. Once I'm out, I dry myself off, then go into my closet to find an outfit to wear for tonight.

I finally found the outfit I want to wear. I put it on, then go back over to the mirror and doll my face up for the night. Once I have all that done, I do a line of coke, then head my ass down to the corner for the night. When I get there, Layla is already standing on the corner, of course.

"Hello Layla, any Johns yet?"

"Hello, Corky girl quiet so far, but the night is still young. So, what did you talk to Martin about?"

I just tell her, because what's it going to hurt? All I did was talk to him about working another job. "More work, I tell her." She doesn't have to know that the asshole... hot as hell cop Adams put me up to it. Fucking dick-headed- ass sucking jerk.

"Look alive, Corky girl, here comes a couple." I look up, and sure enough, two cars pull up at the same time. I take the first one, and I give Layla the second car tonight.

"What'll it be, sugar?" I lean in the passenger window. It's a nice-looking younger gentleman, not our normal Johns, so I instantly feel on edge.