I am yours. {#Wattys2016}

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10 years later...

"Hey, there daddy. Want to spend some time with me?" I caught the attention of a worthy male. He began to approach me. He was the typical guy you'd find in LA. Ripped. Tanned. Everything anybody could physically look for in a guy.

"How much do you charge?" He asked whilst eyeing me up and down.

"How ever much you think I'm worth, daddy" I placed my hand on his chest and delicately let my fingers walk on his chest.

"Will $100 be enough?" He dipped his hand into his pocket and brought a lot of money out.

"That is perfect" I took the money out of his hand and putting it into my pocket.

He began to walk us over to his car . We both got in and he began driving. This was a typical day for me. Being a prostitute and all. I have been for the past 4 years. Is it a good profession? No. Is it keeping me alive?  Yes.

We drove through the streets of LA. The streets I've known since I moved here about 6 years ago. It felt so great to leave Texas. Leaving all of the negative memories there.

"So, what's your name?" I asked the man who was driving.

"My name is Caleb. What's yours?" He asked me. Caleb. The name seemed fitting to the energy he projected.

"Avi" I answered. Avi Kaplan, the boy who could've achieved great things. Avi, the boy who would've been rich. Avi, the man with a messed up life. The man who messed up his own life.

We arrived and I got out of his car. His house wasn't anything special but it was better than mine. We walked in and he closed the door. Almost instantly, he pinned me against the wall and planted his lips upon mine. This was something I did everyday, this wasn't unfamiliar to me.

His arms began feeling and exploring my body. His hunger for me was extremely apparent. Typical of men who I usually fucked. His hands began began running through my hair. My hair was always a thing that was touched constantly.

His hands began venturing further down my body leaving a tingling sensation wherever his hand touched. His hands had reached my thighs. He hoisted my legs around his waist and I held onto his neck.

He walked us over to his bedroom without our lips parting from each other's. He lowered me down onto his bed and slowly took off his shirt, unveiling the defined torso that stood behind it. It was truly an amazing sight. Too bad I have seen enough to not get excited anymore.

He took my shirt off and pursued my lips once more before removing his pants. He was fully exposed. He was huge, but nothing special. I licked my lips at the sight. I took him into my mouth and did what I did best. He was moaning and I was loving it. Loving it all.

He stopped me, lifted me up and took off my pants. Now fully exposing me. He walked over to a table and picked up a condom and lube. He got himself ready and entered me slowly. Such a feeling that I've come to know on a daily basis.

The feeling of him inside me was extremely satisfactory. The pace of his thrust were just perfect. If he were my first time, he would've had me.

He thrusted and he thrusted till he came. He eventually fell asleep and I left.

This was a continuous cycle each day. Nothing new in my life. This was how life had been since everything went down hill. Since everything and everyone I cared about slowly left my life.