The Taste of Sin

The Client List

    Dark brown hair...like molten chocolate...reaching for slim curvy hips. Wide set hazel eyes framed by long dark lashes. Her bronze skin was silky and smooth.
    Drea had the face that you would stare at for more than a few seconds. But her distant gaze and her forever furrowed brows normally warned people against approaching her.
    She now stared at herself in the mirror, the light from her bedroom window shining on her naked form. Her small breasts were high and arched, her tummy flat and toned. She had what people would call an hourglass shape. Her only friend Davia was always complaining about Drea's wide hips and "perfect apple bottom".

Were people blind? Drea admit she was no ugly duckling. But to go as far as say she was beautiful? No sir! Sexy? Drea snickered at the ridiculous thought. She hurriedly dragged on her worn out jeans short and blue tank top. Then open her laptop to the current tv series she was on; the client list.

After few episodes her mind was reeling. Would it be so bad? Being an escort? She would only do it for 1 month( since she only had one month left till the surgery anyways) and make the money. Then she would stop...resume her life.
    Drea bit her lips, sex wasn't all that familiar to her. She had only done it twice and the guy hardly lasted long anyways. But she could research and ask that lady questions......

The fuck?!!!

"What am i thinking?" Drea muttered. She couldn't be a prostitute. It was wrong! In every way she could think of...selling her body...letting strange men be inside her....Drea shuddered.

Drea turned her attention back to the movie. Riley's friend had discovered the money she saved. Drea wondered if she would make so much money.

     Drea sighed. She had spent the last few weeks trying to forget Wendy's proposal. Things had been so hard. Trying to get work with no avail. Apparently she needed job experience but how was she suppose to get experience without an actual job and she had no time for voluntary work.

Drea hissed her teeth and screamed in her pillow. Their savings was almost finished. What was she gonna do?

She finally succumbed to sleep But her subconsciousness was not finish with her. Images of her mother's frail face smeared her vision. Dry cracked lips parted in pain as her mother rasped out the words; help me.

Drea jumped from her sleep. Her blouse soaked with cold sweat and her chest heaving as though she had been running for miles. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" Asked an obviously sleepy voice.

"Wendy? It's Drea, sorry to call so late but does the offer still stands?"

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Yeeeesssssss...im so excited to finally start with these upcoming chapters. Warning! Do not read if you can not handle explicit languages. Anyways I need to see some love people, so comment...like...fan...vote...
Night night!!!