It was a warm New York evening, so I could comfortably go out without having to look like a hobo prostitute.
Oh, didn't I mention?
I figured the only way to earn decent cash was to sell myself. I stood on a street corner on 54th off Broadway, with my sapphire blue dress on. It finished about 6 inches away from my underwear, and it had thick straps. I liked it.
So I just stood there. A couple cars pulled up, offering me crappy low prices that I didn't care for. I was going to go over $650 for the night.
A car pulled up, and heads were turned. Now I don't know my cars, but this baby looked like an Aston Martin Vanquish in Baby Blue.
"Hop in" He mumbled
"No, I don't know how much you a-" He cut me off.
"Hop. In." He had tattoos all down his arm, which was only partly covered by a black short sleeve dress shirt and blue silly tie. He looked Italian. Again.
I hopped into his car and we drove for what seemed like forever but in fact it was only 12 minutes.
"So, how much money are you after, baby?" He irritated me calling me that, but I was getting the upper hand here.
"Oh, I don't know. Why don't you just give me $25,000" I said sarcastically.
"Sure, honey" He whispered.
Done deal!! Was he serious?!?
Then I remembered something. My virginity, It had somewhere to be. Then I remembered. The man in the club. I was supposed to call him 3 weeks ago.
Oops.
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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...
