Instinct

Library Card P1

"Thanks boys!" I said coming out of the trailer. "If you guys ever want to have a good time again, you know who to call!"

"Yeah!" They all shouted in excitement, baring number 7. Then they left, leaving Lizzi to look dumbfounded as hell.

"How the hell did you handle all of them?" She looked stunned. But in all honesty, could she really be surprised. I mean, I'm a fabulous bitch! And she's a lesbian who probably can't work it in the bed.

"Well as you love to say, good luck, bitch!"

"What does that have to do with this situation?"

"You know what, you can shut the fuck up! I made over 5,000 dollars working tonight, meanwhile you've done jack shit."

"Excuse me!"

"You've just been sitting there on your dank as hell bitch ass next to your lesbian friend. What, you been making out while I was in there working my ass off?"

"Hey!" Sinnamon interluded my argument with Lizzi. I knew I had crossed a boundary with what I just said.

"I'm sorry Sinnamon. I didn't mean it, I'm just mad at Lizzi. Besides, it would be rude for me to talk about you like that after all the help you provided me."

"What?" Now it was Lizzi's turn to be so surprised at every little detail. "Why the fuck would you help her bitch ass. I thought I was the one you loved, Sinnamon."

"I'm not even a lesbian!" This conversation was going nowhere.

"I wasn't talking to you bitch. I was talking to-"

"Would you all please, shut, the, FUCK UP!!!" Sinnamon was getting extremely pissed off now. I have never heard her yell in anger like that before. "Sinnamon hates how you two fight. It gets on her fucking nerves. I know you all don't respect her. How she talks in first person. How she is a lesbian. How she is a whore. She never got that much respect either. But when Sinnamon sees her friends and her partner fighting, it has to stop. So would you two please, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND GO HOME!"

"I'm sorry," I told her quietly. I decided to go back to my apartment and be the bigger person. Lizzi is mad at me for no, fucking reason. I don't want this to impact my friendship with Sinnamon.

It was a long walk back to my apartment. I noticed the darkness of the streets. I noticed the bug infested and uncleaned streetlights all along the road. I noticed the dead squirrels, laying across the streets with tire marks on them, and no one seeming to give a damn. I saw, the emptiness of buildings. The black lights, the leaves blowing in the wind, and the silence of it all. It looked as if they were all hiding from something. Was it fear? Was it mistreatment? That I am unsure of, but what I do know, is that the way the street looks at night, is how I feel, every day.

Once I got back to my apartment, Cherry handed me my mail and told me goodnight. She was looking at me very strangely. At first I wondered what it was, but then I realized that I hadn't changed out of my slut outfit. Whoops! My mistake. Oh who gives a fuck! It's not like she's going to judge me differently. Cherry could give two fucks about anyone else's appearance.

I opened the door to my apartment and closed the door behind me, making sure no one else could come in. I then deciphered through the mail. There was an envelope with the name Cheyenne written in cursive, as well as my address. Whoever this person is I better fucking know.

"Dear Cheyenne, I have heard about your recent business in prostitution, in which I have heard many good things. You work hard and are very satisfying. Most men say that they would have a second go with you, specifically the guys from 7 at 11. That is how I heard of you. While you in their trailer, I talked to Lizzi to give me your home address. I know it might seem silly to write a letter like this, as it may seem like I am cordially asking to get laid, but I didn't know any other way to contact you. Either way, I know the perfect place for us to hook up. I hope to see you at the New York Library tomorrow at 10 p.m. There is a library card inside which allows you to open the doors and enter the place. Just make sure no one sees you. -Denarius

 P.S. Ignore the name on the library card, it still works."

I looked at the bottom of the envelope in order to see if the card was in there. The name on the card was Donna Swarte. I wonder who the fuck she was. Whatever, Denarius seems like a nice guy. He even wrote this nice letter so we can hook up. I've never gotten something like that before. Though, it is a little creepy how he went behind my back to get my address. Of course Lizzi would tell him though. For whatever reason she's pissed at me. It makes me so annoyed.

The next day, I decided not to work in the morning and afternoon like I usually do. I figured I should save all my sexiness for my hookup with Denarius tonight. If he wanted to go through all that effort to try and meet me, than the least I could do is show him a little bit of respect. Besides, I have 5,000 dollars, and I need to take care of some housekeeping things.

First, I went to the Giant about a block away from my apartment. I was running really low on food, and I also needed other things for myself. From there, I picked up a bunch of different foods that I wanted, while not spending too much money. From there, I went on to my list of other things.

Tampons- You never know when a period will strike.

Condoms- Mixed Sizes- I didn't even know they sold those.

Laundry Detergent- Because clean clothes are really fucking nice to have.

Trash Bags- Because I need a way to dispose of some shit.

Belt- Closest thing they had to a whip.

Bike Chains- What can I say? As Rihanna quotes, "Chains and whips excite me!"

Bouquet of Roses- Mom's birthday is coming up, might as well be nice to her.

Overall, I spent around 400 dollars at the grocery store. They even let me keep the shopping cart, for an extra 30 dollars. Whatever, I went home and put everything away. Then, I went and grabbed my laundry basket with all my dirty clothes in there. There is a laundromat and a clothes store next to the Giant. I went to the clothes store first however, and bought a few new pants, a few new shirts, and a sexy outfit in case I didn't want to wear my cat-astrophic slut outfit. I suck at puns. I spent around 150 dollars on all of those clothes

At the laundromat, I separated all the clothes that I had by ability to wash. Then I loaded them all into different machines, folded them, and put them back into my cart. That whole thing cost about 20 dollars to do. Whatever, it was worth it. And I still have a lot of money left over from my big job.

There is also a Suntrust in this little shopping area as well. I decided that it would be a smart thing to open up a savings account so that I'm not tempted to spend all the money that I have earned. I put my remaining money in that account and headed home. I had to prepare for my hookup tonight.

It was about 9:00 when I started to leave. The New York Library wasn't that far from here, but I needed to make a quick stop first. I grabbed that bouquet of roses that I had bought and headed on my way. I wrote a note and attached it to the bouquet. "I <3 you -Cheyenne" I went to her apartment and dropped the bouquet. I knocked on her apartment door and ran as fast as I could down the steps. I hope she got the message.

From there I headed towards the library. The library itself was huge, maybe being about 10,000 square feet. There must have been hundreds of thousands of books in there. I swiped the library card that I had received into the place where you were supposed to slide it into. The automatic doors had opened.

"Let's do this!"