Angels

Chapter 1

It happened on a night like this. Most nights always feel scary to me but this night was beyond that. I couldn't feel that something bad was going to happen...I knew. My mind was racing everywhere and my heart was skipping several beats.

Tonight's attire was a short blue mini skirt, a white lace bralette, white heels, blue lipstick, and a brand new black thong. My hair was straightened and my green eyes popped against the white eyeshadow.

I had a purse filled with condoms and a pocket knife. I had some money stored away in a secret compartment in my purse for food when I got done.

I stood in my usual spot. The night was calm. The streets were actually quiet...too quiet. I was getting worried that no one would be out tonight. But then again, horny fuckers are always out at night. And just as I thought that, a car pulls up to me. Its blue with tinted windows. The man rolls down the window. He looks pretty young. He has black hair and is wearing square glasses. There is a girl with curly blonde hair and a green bra on in the passenger seat next to him, smoking a blunt.

"Why hello there beauty. " he says

"Hi sexy. How can I help you?"

"I want everything. And so does she. How much for it?"

"Well its two of you soooo...800."

"Okay. Get in." he says

I hear the door unlock as I start to open the door. I slide into the back seat and shut the door. I put on my seatbelt and start to take deep breathes in hopes that her second hand smoke will give me a contact high. That way, this process will be more bearable.

The car speeds up and we pass endless red lights. No one else is on the road though. We go across this bridge and looking out the window, I see the most beautiful sight. The moon reflecting on the water under us. The gorgeous shade of blue complimented the night sky. It made me smile a little to see something. To take my mind off of prostituting for a minute.

He stops. We arrive in front of a seven-eleven. My stomach growls. Gosh, that feels so fucking weird.

"I'm going to pick up some cigarillos and food. Any request?" he ask

"Get some food and Arizona's." says the blonde girl

He walks into the store. I feel scared. More than usual. And I don't know why. Blonde girl looks back at me and says,

"How long you've been doing this?"

"Almost a year."

"And how old are you?"

" Seventeen. "

"So you're pretty new in this, aren't you?"

"I guess so."

"Okay. Well I guess I can go easy on you. Don't know about him though. He likes rough sex. Like alot. Just warning you now. So prepare yourself. Hope you got condoms. "

"Yeah."

"So tell me, what's your headcount?"

"What do you mean?"

"How many people have you fucked?"

"Ten."

"Cute. You're still tight enough to feel everything. "

"Umm... "

"Just a word of advise to you. Just because you do this for a living doesn't mean you have to make this who you are. You prostitute. You aren't a prostitute. And don't let anyone treat you like shit. No means no and you have the right to make sure everyone knows that. "

"Thanks."

The guy walks out of the store and opens the car door. He has a bag in his hand filled with roll ups, food, and condoms. He has this look in his eyes. He had this look as if he just had no soul. Absolutely no emotion in him at all.

We start driving on this empty road. We then go onto this highway that seems to last forever. Going in this never ending turn that disposes you into this tunnel lit by really bright orange lights. The patterns of the lights on the black tinted windows drive me crazy. It looks so trippy and deformed. After being in the car for about an hour, we arrive to this small house in this closed off gated neighborhood. Stepping out the car I hear nothing but crickets and grass crushing under the weight of my heels.

I walk up to the entrance in fear of what is going to happen next. I step inside to see a few more females and like ten dudes there. Some of them are shirtless. Some completely naked.

"Sit down."

I look behind me to see a red couch there. It looks worn and filthy but stable enough to support someone's weight. So I sit down and let my body sink into the plush fabric.

He goes off rolling a blunt and then passes it to me.

"Smoke?"

Gladly.

I take the blunt and press it down to mold it more and then put one end in my mouth and light it. Taking in slow, deep breathes to make sure I feel every bit of the weed. After just three inhales, the high hits my body like a wave and my eyes get low. I'm still in my right mind thanks to my high tolerance level.

I gaze up at the man and examine his physique. Black hair, light skin. Seems to be of mixed decent. Eyes are dark blue and soulless. Tall - very tall.

I pass to him and he takes a huge hit. Then he French inhales and exhales. He takes two more puffs and then passes to the blonde.

She takes four puffs but they were small so I guess it's okay. She passes it back to me. I inhale deep only doing one huge puff. The smoke hits my lungs hard and I almost coughed.

"Strong shit." I say

" Very. " the blonde answers

He starts rolling another one. He has a sandwich bag of weed and like four more roll ups so I'm assuming this is gonna go on for a while. Whatever it is, it's Indica. I feel this really mellow high and I'm starting to get kinda sleepy.

"I'm hitting it first this time. " he says

It reeks of weed in here. His eyes are red so he's pretty stoned. Time to break the ice.

"So mind if I ask your name? "

"Grey. And you? "

"Sage. "

"Is that your actual name or...?"

"Government name. "

"Hmmmm. "

"I'm sorry to interrupt but I'm horny and this is taking forever. " says the blonde

"You're right. Time to speed this up a bit." He says, ashing the blunt

"I'm ready if you are. " I say

They look at each other and then me.

"Well? " I ask

They both grab me and throw me down onto the couch. Before I know it, I'm making out with a hot blonde while some dude jacks off to the action; my typical night. The night after that though...