The F.R.E.A.K.S

Others Like Me

Begging on the streets. That's what my life has come to. Selling my body, something I wouldn't have expected if I had traveled back in time and told myself a year ago, but something I've learned to live with, is another thing that my life has come to. You do what you need to to get by. I am now a kind of gypsy, dancing and performing for a sicko's pleasure. I also serve tables for parties. We get hired quite often.

After my big issue back home, I ended up in a town of rich, old business people, homeless children, and the young used to pleasure those rich, old business people. I am one of the young. The upper class (rich, old people) can request whoever or whatever they like for their pleasure. The men can get boys, the women can get girls, and so forth. They can even request more than one at a time.

I've managed to piss off everyone who has requested me. And I always get my way, which is not to be used as a toy. They throw me out. I suppose it's the best option considering I don't want my virginity to be thrown away, but my manager, Leona, always has a hissy fit once I trudge my way back to the HQ.

"Xion!" She gasps,"How many times must I tell you!? Do what they say and don't question it."
I groan,"Leona I swear I was going to this time, but he had a weird kink!"

"I told you to just go with whatever they want!"

"I don't want to go with whatever they want!" I pouted. She huffed,"Well, you certainly aren't getting dinner tonight." I sighed,"Yes ma'am," and dejectedly go to the room I share with the other girls.

Leona isn't much older than me, about five years or so. She always nags about how I'm "in my prime" and "need to take advantage of it" but I'm only sixteen!! And I'm trying for hell's sake. I'm getting out of here as soon as I can. I'm going to find others like me and a place where I belong.

I'm not considered "normal" by human standards. Which is true, I take pride in the fact that my hair is an "absurd color" without it being dyed, - it's a bright lilac purple with pink highlights - and my eyes a bloody red hue instead of a pretty bright blue, and my skin a tan brown with light freckles covering my face. I love all of my many scars, the main six are; one hole-shaped scar on each hand and foot, the one scar slash across my middle, and the big burn on the right side of my face, covering my eye. I'm considered short - a whopping 5'2 - but I would rather call it funsize and because I'm funsize, I can pack all of my anger more tightly and once I'm through with crap, boom! Goodbye, insolent piece of trash on the beautiful road that is my life.

Once I make it to the room, I see Fiori sitting on a bed reading a book. She looks up as I enter,"No luck again, huh?" Fiori is about twelve, almost thirteen, and she's too young to be in this kind of business. Fourteen is the admission age but she has no parents so she lives in the HQ until it's her time. Fiori is around my height, chocolate skin, deep green eyes, and flowing brown hair. In short, she's beautiful.

I shake my head wordlessly, there is no such thing as luck for me. I walk inside and close the door behind me and promptly fall on my bed face first. She closes her book,"Oh what kink did they have this time? The good ol' Mary Jane?" Fiori laughs out loud at her version of a joke. "Actually.." I begin to trail off. Her face immediately drops and she scoffs,"You are not serious!" I nod,"Oh I am." This sends us into a big fit of laughter.

"So they really had a Mary Jane kink?"

"I don't even know how you knew but yes, yes they did."

"That is pretty weird."

"Just like you."

"Hey!" She throws her pillow at me. "What? It's true," I retort. She only nods and laughs again. While she continues reading, I begin to change out of the uncomfortable uniform that all of us "gypsies" have to wear. It's pretty but too revealing for my style. The top of the uniform is a close to seethrough top which just covers the breasts. And the bottom is a long, flowing skirt that covers the front and back, under is a small panty with detailed embroidery that is similar to the rest of the uniform's design.

I change into normal sweatpants and a shirt and undo my hair, letting it loose. I look in the vanity mirror and admire how soft my hair looks. I also wonder how I managed to get so long, I mean, it goes past my butt.

Soft hair, sweet face, cold eyes, deadly fate.

I have no idea where that came from but it works. I head to my bed and climb under the covers. "Goodnight Fiori," I say as I switch off my lamp on the bedside table. "Goodnight Xion," she replies. I slowly drifted off into a blissful sleep, unaware of what is to happen tomorrow.