A diamond in the Rough

1. To get Lucky

Do no harm, but take no shit~internet

This is the guy ...and Jessica Gomes play her Katya

Katya's Pov btw

It was a breathtakingly beautiful night, the winds were airy as you could say, there was light chatter around the town and I was going to get lucky, or at least be a huge flirt. As I strolled by the various cafès and pastry shops I glanced in taking a deep breath, then strutting my way to the club where I most felt at home with its loud and rowdy atmosphere. ( A.n guess now is the time to warn you there is cursing and sexual situations, and yes the main character is sorta a ho, but later on you will know exactly why..and no I am not like this the cursing and situations are apart of her character ..thx) Soon I was at Lè Miragé and just as I sat down and got a drink with my fake I.d a cute - no wait- a bomb as fuck guy appeared at my side, he was about 6'3, button, slightly tan, forming muscles but not too much, short dark brown hair to his ears all in all an 8 1/2 on my radar.

"Hey do you want to dance with me ? I promise you I don't bite, hard " he whispered in my ears. I could've played it cool and get to know him but I really wanted to feel  those abs!! "Don't act like you don't want to play around so lets skip the poppy show and get on to the entertainment *winks* if you know what I mean" I replied with an equally sexy tone as his. A look of sheer shock appeared from his face but as quickly as it came, it left replaced with confidence and a smirk.

"Well sexy let's go " with that he whisked me off of my chair and I followed like a puppy getting it's bone. But then again i am getting a bone soo. After 5 mins of walking we abruptly stopped at a small apartment complex, after scavenging for his keys he let me in . While he got settled in, I settled out of my clothes , in that small amount of time he had told me his name was Keith and that he was 19, I had told him I was 24. ( A.N sorry to bother, but Katya lies about her real age 16 for a long time because she doesn't want anyone to know about who she is so lying is her "only way" of protecting herself from the truth)

(Warning) I layed him down and started kissing his delectable 6 packs, I grabbed his dick and gave him possibly the best "fun" he had in probably a while. "Mmhm so you like to be a little dirty you slut?! I like, now moan my name for me you dirty whore moan!!" he demanded. It may sound a bit wierd to admit but I loved getting called these words it turned me on so much  especially when he had such a thick accent.  I felt his dick growing as I jerked his shaft, then without hestation he flipped me on the bottom, put a condom and went to work. Slowly he put hi head on my labia, then went in inch by inch testing me. Then all at once he pushed in and thrusted like it was the last time we would fuck. But then again it is. Fucking up my walls he pulled halfway out then thrusted back in. After he nutted inside me and I felt his warm cum dripping down. We switched positions to 69. And while he cleaned me out, I sucked him dry.

 Keith finally busted and  I swallowed, then I layed on top, it wasn't anything sensual we fucked hard he jerked me like a rag doll and went so deep I felt like I ate a meal. After another round of him stuffing his seed in me, we played around a bit then I took a nice warm shower in his bathroom.After getting dressed  I stole 80 bucks when he fell asleep then I left. Climbing into the rusty windows of my shared apartment I took off my clothes and took a nap before the customers or clientíel came. Pussy still throbbing from his dick.

(A.n ok k I have lot of honors clases so it's hrd to update nd I hate leaving things unfinished so I shll try my hardest to updte a pge or chapter a day :D)

12 pm at nite
Katya pov:

After resting in my room a bit I got the baggies ready for sale I opened the slot I made in the door , and got my mask & gloves ready. One by one men and women of all ages filed in the apartment while I got the drugs ready. I wasn't your usual drug dealer, I didn't belong to a gang, I mostly sold from the comfort of my room, and nobody but my roomates along with others knew who actually sold the drugs (meaning that customers didn't know my age, name, gender) . This wasn't going to be my life, I wanted - no, needed to get out of hells ass a.k.a the place I live.

Since I was 6 drugs have been an addiction; I mean its not like I could help it, but this crazy life with me whoring around and acting like shit doesn't matter it was more or less, the drugs. I knew I could do better, I just needed money and time afterall isn't that what we all need ? Money and time to heal the past and cement the future.... I don't need love, it screws you over like a pimp.

"Hey !!! Snap out of it I said I want 10 baggies make it snappy too! " this gruff voice came from a man who looked about 30 he had a dark brown Lumber jack beard,disheveled hair ,red splotches on his ruddy face , and an ear piercing on both ears ? I smoothly slipped the 10 baggies while he slipped me the money, it continued like this until only one person was left.

She was a skank, I wasn't saying that to be a bitch, well actually I was- but she was begging for it (like yesterday when she did a guy..ha!! thottie I got problems, back to the story) I mean she had a tramp stamp on her belly line saying ' Enter at your own risk ' in small black cursive letters, a hot pink crop top probably gucci, 5 inch jean skirt with a black thong under (yep they were that short xC), and hot pink barbie stilletos hand crafted. She was an "elite" no doubt because she was practically oozing money out of her asshole(I mean not literally, but you know ).Clank click clack clank I heard the unnerving sound because my room was at the end of the corridor and the fartherest from the pounding Usher music.

When she got closer I got everything ready, because from my years of personal and general experience with drug users and buyers the richer you are the more fucking your life becomes easier and more money means bigger quantaties ( lol I was writting quantaties and literally spelled quantitties ). " Peasant I want 20 bags of crack, 3 small jokers (nickname for qualoids ) , 10 vapes all vanilla, and 12 joints, It's gonna be lit today!!"(see I was right!! :D) she all but screamed in my ear.

I got the orders together and she paid me , when that was done I put a homecrafted sign saying that I "left" for a break, although I was just counting my money.. so far I made 5,500 ( A.N. ok im going to use american money even tho she Is in france cuz there will be sooo much confusion if money keeps changing so yeaa). 'Dammit' I thought, I didn't make nearly as much as I usually do, but when I counted my savings I had 500,00 bucks saved plus I had more money from odd jobs and customers to come, soon I thought, soon.