Instinct

I'm Sexy, but He Got Caught

The conversation that I had at the lockers with Stacy definitely frightened me. I was really doing it. I was selling my body to men. I was having sex for money. I'm a whore! But, am I really though? Wait, googled it. Yup, I'm a whore. Oh well. Who really cares? I need the money, and besides I am pretty sexy, which is always a good whore quality.

And men won't even have to worry about me being a virgin cause I'm not! I've had a little experience in bed before. That's why I broke up with my boyfriend because he couldn't do it right. Also I think his penis was only like 3.5 inches so not really satisfying anyways. But he just acted like a little kid when he saw my hot, sexy body.

Okay wow, I am turning into a slut. Why did I decide to do this anyways. I know, I'm so stupid. And the way I'm sounding now, it sounds like I love it when men fuck me. Well, I do sometimes. But what the hell do I know? I only watch porn once a week, and I've only had sex like what, four times? Maybe this whore stuff isn't for me. I guess I'll just have to fill my brain with porn by 8 tonight. Oh this aught to give me an orgasm.

So after my 4 hour porn-a-thon, I noticed that the clock said 7:30. Oh god, I haven't even eaten yet! I grabbed one of the candy bars out of my mini fridge and slowly walked towards the door. I heard my mom talking on the phone, so I tried to sneak out of here. But of course, the fucking door creaked and she noticed me. Stupid goddamn doors that need to be fucking oiled! WHY THE HELL CAN'T I LEAVE!!!

"Cheyenne?"

I pretended that I didn't hear her.

"Cheyenne I know you fucking hear me so get yo ass back over here and tell me what the fuck you doing!"

"Okay fine, since you must be in everyone's business,"

"What the fuck you saying?"

We have arguments like this all the time. I guess I should get used to it by now. Still, I crack up a little each time she talks like Stacy. I find it even more funny when she does it though.

"For your information, I, am applying for a new job"

"Oh that's great Cheyenne. So where do you think you'll be working?"

Of course she would ask that. She is always trying to get involved in everyone else's business. Like she gives a fuck about what the hell I do. All she cares about is getting the fucking money. I better keep it to myself so she doesn't spend it on drugs.

"Uhh, that new place down the street."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, you know, their short staffed."

"Okay, thats really nice! I'll have to visit one time too see you work."

"Umm, thats not gonna work here."

"Oh yeah, and how come?

"You know, it's a fancy restaurant for those upper-class folk and we don't have the money to eat there."

"Well I could at least visit."

"No employee visitation, I already asked. I'm sorry."

"Oh, okay. Good luck with your interview then."

"Thanks mom."

"Hey Cheyenne,"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

I was shocked when I heard this. As far as I remember, this was the first time she had ever said that to me. I guess maybe this is a turnaround in our relationship.

"I love you, too."

I exited the apartment blushing, but also ashamed. How could I have lied to her like that. Oh well, its my first day as a slut. It'd be rude if I were late.