We Each Have Our Reasons

Chapter One: Need A lift?

“I'm sorry, Ty. I can't hang out later, something came up.” I tell my best friend.

“Oh come on River, you're always so busy!” she shuts her locker and stares at me.

“I'm sorry.” I shove my book into my bag and quickly turn to kiss her cheek. “I'll talk to you soon?” I do feel guilty for always blowing off our hang out sessions.

Ty walked away from me, furious. I took my bag and walked out.

I took a bus back home to change. Micayla had told me she'd pick me up at 5pm and we'd get ready for a ‘special client’. I know when she says that, it means I have to put up with rose petals, champagne and all that valentine bullsh!t.

I get dressed into a tight, short light blue silk dress and heels; with a jacket since it freezing cold.

I walked out and waited 10 minutes before Micayla was here to pick me. I got into the car.

I've been doing this for the past 6 months, but I still feel scared everytime I think about it.

Micayla is Tyler's sister, that's how we met. When I first found out what she did, I wanted nothing to do with her, I even stopped going over to Ty's house. But she found a way to persuade me, money.

The whole car ride was silent, just me drifted in my thoughts.

“Come on,” Micayla said as we parked in front of a large hotel with lights and expensive cars in the parking lot.

I let out a huge sigh before getting out of the car and following Micayla into the hotel.

“I hope you don't have homework...this might be an all nighter.” Micayla whispered to me as we walked to the bar.

I've gotten used to not doing homework during all nighters sometimes, but when it's urgent I have to bring my books and do it when the client is asleep.

“A glass of white champagne,” Micayla said to the bartender.

The bartender looked at me. “Uh... double scotch whiskey.”

She nodded and walked away. Drinking at 17 isn't even a big deal for me anymore, I had my first drink at 11 when my mom left her bottle on the table.

“So... when is this 'special client' arriving?” I ask, before sipping on my beverage.

“He should be here any minute now actually.” she answers, looking around the room.

“Does he have a name?” I cross my legs when I notice a guy sitting next to me practically staring his eyeballs out. Jerk.

“Dont freak out,” she starts. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, why would I freak out? “But, it's my uncle.”

“Your uncle!?” I shout, scoring us a few stares in the room.

“I can't sleep with my best friend's uncle Micayla! I told you, no one close to me or Ty.”

“i know, I know. But it's Dru, and he requested you specifically.”

“What?! Dru? Oh my God you have got to be kidding me! I can't sleep with Dru!” As much as he is hot pie, no thank you.

“He'll pay you R980 per hour.” she said, before grabbing her glass and walking off to an ugly old man in the corner.

R980, per hour? I can't say no to that. I gulp down the rest of my whiskey and look around searching for Dru. Dru is 29, 30. Its absurd how Micayla refered to him as uncle even though they are 5 or 6 years apart.

I finally spot him and grab my purse, before walking to him.

“Hi,” I say in the sexiest manner I can, but it's always weird when it's someone you know.

“Hey, you wanna grab a drink, or shall we?” he smiled.

“Let's just go. I'm not thirsty.” I say, as politely as possible. We walk out to his black Jeep and drive off to, his apartment? Don't know, don't care. It was only 10 minutes away.

We walked up to his apartment and had some pretty good sex. I've now been here for 3 hours.

We lay naked on the white Egyptian cotton sheets, each facing the ceiling and breathing heavily.

I bumped his leg with my moving, and my eyes immediately shot wide. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

“It's okay. So, when did you start doing... sex work?” he suddenly looks at me with sparkling eyes.

There was a silence for a while, so I decide to say something.

“Why are you speaking to me?” I ask a bit too harshly. He chuckled. “I'm just being polite Riv.”

I looked at him, “Cut the nicknames. Please.” Okay I might be a bit too rude for someone who's looking to get paid.

“Ouch, okay.” he said. Another silence.

“I started a few months ago.” I suddenly say.

“Why did you?” he asked.

I looked at him. God grief, I did not sign up for this sh!t. “I needed money, and I needed to get laid. so I figured, why not do both?” I answer sarcastically.

“Oh. I would've just gotten a boyfriend and a job at an ice cream shop. But okay.” he said.

“Are you judging me?” I started getting pissed.

“No. I'm just saying, this was probably not the best choice. But we each have our reasons, right?” he said.

“I'm sorry I have to go.” I get up and get dressed into my clothes. He also stood up and reached for the dresser next to the bed. He took out some money and handed it to me. I took it and put it in my bag.

I took this chance and examined what a great body he has. Broad shoulders, tight abs and two very nice man boobs. Not to mention the lower part of his body, soft in the right spaces and hard in the right spots.

“River.” he quickly said. “Yes?” I looked in his eyes.

“You're staring.” he smirked. Shit. I need a slap right now. “Oh, sorry. I'll be on my way now.”

I walked to the door and right before I walked out, I looked to him. “You know, sometimes, we shouldn't judge the action when we don't know the reason behind it.” I smiled and walked out.

After counting my money, I noticed there was a whole thousand rand extra. Nice. I shove it into my bag and walk down the stairs of the building.

“Hey River!” I look up at him. “Need a lift?”

“No, Dru, I'm fine. Thank you.” He smiles and I continue walking.

He was really nice compared to everyone else I usually need to please. But it doesn't really matter, if I get my money I'm good.

After a while of walking, I catch a taxi back home. When I get home, I realize I have this stinging sharp pain in my abdomen. I take Nurofen tablets and walk up to my room.

I yawn. I'm really tired right now I just wanna sleep. I'll wake up and do my assignments. I set my alarm then go to bed.