Involuntary Whore

No qualifications, no money, no home. I had to sink to the lowest level imaginable. Excepting money for sex on the street corner.

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3. Not Bad Money

"Thanks babe," Eddie said while zipping his trousers back up after my personal 15 minutes of Hell. "I hope you keep doing this," Ryan said trying to add something of a positive note to the conversation. Ben on the other hand didn't join in on the agreement, he didn't take advantage of me either. He then knelt down, and stuck another note into my hand. "I'm sorry about them," Ben whispered into my ear, and standing up, almost in pain of watching that. And they then left. I sat there, unsure of the event that just happened. Did I actually just do that? Except money for sex?

 

I stood to my feet, the heels clattering on the pavement. Maybe they were right? Maybe I should get a job as a stripper or something, I mean in 15 minutes I made like... I took the roll out of my bra and the single note that Ben gave me. I unwrapped the note, to find inside there wasn't just money, but a piece of paper. I unraveled it to find his name, and a phone number. I looked at it unsure of why he did this. Why? I didn't question it further. I tucked it inside my jacket pocket, not even knowing why though. I returned to the money, and counted it slowly. 1, 2, 3, 4... I calculated the amount of money. So in just 15 minutes I made £80 and a phone number. Not bad. But I wasn't sure whether I was going to call Ben. I had to admit it, he was good looking. And when his friends were all... doing stuff to me, he looked rather embarrassed. I folded up the money into my denim jeans and made my way through the streets of London.

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