"Well...How old are you?"
His voice shocked me, it's young, foreign tint was nothing like the old, local man I would have expected.
He looked up, and I saw his face. Dark hair, a little bit of stubble. I'd say perhaps 22-27. Young, Italian perhaps. Very good looking, with chiseled features and hazel eyes.
"I, um, I'm, I, I'm 15..." I finally stammered.
"Good, sexy! Well, we'll have to get some make up on you, some heels, I'm thinking 7 inch to be sultry, and stockings and some nice underwear. I'll dress you." He said licking his lips and eying me up and down. He said it with such a sexy tone, though, I wanted him to do it so badly.
"No, I charge for that! What's your name, anyway?" I asked
My name is Andreas, and if you charge I'd be happy to oblige. I'll do $300?" He smirked.
I almost spit out my metaphorical coffee! I was expecting like ten bucks for an ugly duckling like me, but I snapped it up. He took my clothes off with his teeth, and selected and put on my undergarments ready for whatever I was doing next.
I felt like reminding him I was illegal, and with one call I could have him arrested, but I didn't. I just let him do his thing and took my $300.
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Teen Prostitute 101
RomanceEll is 15, going on 16, and she runs away from home with $45 and a bag of clothes. Can she make it in the real world, even in the most undignified of ways, or will she stay true to the only person she's ever loved? X Mature Content X X This story co...
