Raegan Gallagher-Milkovich

17-Escort

    
Later that night, Raegan was getting dressed in close to nothing in the strippers locker room. She got dressed in a red sequin bra with matching bikini bottoms, red fishnet tights and gold heels which she found hard to walk in since she was really drunk.

     For her first night she was bartending, high off her mind to make the night go easier, serving creepy old guys drinks.

"Hey fellas," she smiled, serving a table old guys their drinks. She could feel all their eyes on her.

     "Well aren't you a pretty one," the guy closest to her said, putting a hand on her waist. He was a big build, muscular. He looked in his mid forties too but had black hair.

     She smiled at him. "Thanks." "How old are you sweetheart?" He asked.

      "I just turned fifteen. I'm just here because I don't have a place to stay right now, I'm from out of town and I need the money. It's amazing here though," she explained placing their drinks down.

     "Well, if a gorgeous girl like you needs a place to stay, why don't you stay with me? And I can help with the money too," he said slipping a twenty into her bikini bottoms.

     "Why would you want me to stay with you?"

     "You can serve me, I can serve you," he said, giving a creepy smile. "Well, yeah then that would be great."

     She didn't know why she said yes to a stranger offering her a place to stay, it was clear what he wanted and she didn't know how dangerous he could be, but she needed a place to stay that wasn't a street corner.

     "Of course, when do you finish?"

     "At 3am."  "Well I'll hang around til then," he said winking at her.

***

Raegan was back at the old guys house, sitting at his kitchen table wearing only her underwear, smoking a cigarette. She had her knees up to her chest. By what she was wearing you can guess what had happened.

His house was huge. He seemed super rich, he had a huge TV and marble all over his house and his own hot tub, massive glass windows and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It was surreal to Raegan, she had never seen a house like it.

The old man came back to the table placing a beer down in front of her. He was dressed in just his boxers. "So what's your name princess? I heard plenty of noises from you tonight but still not your name." He said smiling.

"Raegan," she said opening up the can. "I'm Keith. You from around here?"

"Oh, fuck no," she said sipping her beer. "I'm south side."

"Oh you a street rat huh?"

"You could say that. I just needed to get out of that town. Now here I can be making bank. I've been here one day and I fucking love it."

"You know, you could make a whole lot more doing more services." Raegan tilted her head at him. "Like what?"

"You could do escort." Raegan didn't think that was such a bad idea. Keith took a drink from his beer, still looking at her.

"Yeah, I guess that would work. Can I do it for you?" She said smirking.

"Of course princess. Girls like you deserve money for their time," he said putting a hundred dollar bill on the table.

     Raegan smiled as she took a drag of her cigarette. "You got any party favours?"

     "Of course sweetheart, I'll be right back."

     Raegan smiled as she watched him walk away. She was sitting in a massive house, getting free booze, making lots of money and free drugs. This could turn out to be really good.

***

The next night she was back at the bar. Tonight they wanted her to do dances. She was in the back getting changed into her red sequin outfit for the night in the locker room.

"Hey, you new?" A girl asked from behind her. She turned around to see a blonde girl, dressed in the same outfit as her. "Yea, I'm Raegan."

"Britney. Here, take this," she said holding up a bag of white powder. "Trust me, it makes getting through the night easier."

Raegan took the bag from her. "Trust me I know it does. Thanks." She poured a bit onto the back of her hand, snorting it up quickly. The rush hit almost instantly, only a minute after she took it. Fuck it was amazing.

That night she was doing dances. She was giving old guys lap dances as they slipped twenty dollar notes into her bra and bottoms. As she was grinding against one old guy, he leaned in close to her.

"Will you accept money if I get to have more fun with you," he whispered into her ear. "What fun?"

"I'll pay $500 if you let me fuck you." Raegan thought for a minute, still dancing on the mans lap.

     "I'm off at 3, I'll do it for $700."

     The man smiled, looking her up and down. "Of course, princess."

When she was finished her dance, she poured more coke onto the back of her hand, sniffing it. If she was going to go through with what that guy wanted her to do, she'd need as much of this as she could get. She wasn't doing this sober.

***

Raegan stumbled her way back to Keiths house, her underwear in her pocket. Her make up was messed up, her hair was messy and her cheeks were tear stained. That night her euphoric feeling that she had the past few weeks left her. She felt empty, violated really.. and filled with regret.

She lit up a cigarette, barely walking straight in a mixture of being high off her mind and the heels she was wearing.

She felt her phone buzzing again as her eyes became watery. It wasn't Ian or Mickey this time. Isaac..

She hesitated, looking down at his name. Maybe it was the drugs that made her do it but she answered the call. "What the fuck do you want Isaac?"

"You think I wanna talk to you either bitch? Where the fuck have you been? Your cousins were sayin your missing around school. Haven't seen your ass in two days."

"I'm doing fucking fine dickhead. Don't call me again." She hung up.