The white, shiny limo drives out infront of me, it comes to a hault. I can feel my heart beating, harder and harder. It's weird, I do multiple jobs a day, sometimes around a dozen, yet I still become nervous before each. The door pushes open and I put on the biggest smile as I slowly get in. "Well hey there, sweet thang," the bald man says, he looks around late 30s maybe early 40s, one of my younger clients. I lean forward showing off my breasts. Daddy calls me big cub because they're a lot bigger than my sisters. His lips are close to mine, I can smell the booze on his breath. He pulls a cigar out, lighting it. "You're staying the night. You're my property now." He says, as he pulls at my tube top. He kisses my neck, going down to my breasts, groping me. Every job after doing so many, each still makes me feel used, deceived and gross.
I try to think about my life before it was this bad. Due to my mother already being one of Daddy's babies, I was practically born into the system. I remember my childhood vaguely, growing up with my alcoholic, abusive grandmother. I like to call her grandmonster, mother of my mom, monster junior. I attended school till I turned 10. I knew something big was going to happen. I just wasn't quite sure what exactly.
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Rella in the city
Gizem / Gerilim"Did I say you could leave?" He slams me against the door. Daddy is what he has me call him. I'm dressed in a miniskirt, a tube top, and my hot red heels are matching my sharp fake nails. Daddy says it's his mark to our clients. My birthday was yest...
