I'm condemned to have Sex

Chapter 1

My night wasn't going the way I'd wanted it to go. No business was on the road tonight since the government wanted all the hockers off the streets and providing decent jobs for us. But me, although I'm a collage student during the day, by nights I lurk for sex and tonight was the night I was really hungry for it.

I was bored, home alone with no one to hang out with. That's how my life always was anyways. I couldn't let my family know what I was curse with so I had to leave but that was a long story that happen a long time ago.

Now I wanted it. I couldn't even walk the roads tonight, just here waiting on calls when suddenly my cellphone rings on the bed. I reach over to answer.

Dr. John

"Hey baby." My New York accent was heavy over the phone.

"Hey sweets what you doing now?" Dr. John asked.

"I'm home alone, wanna come ova?" I asked.

"No honey I want you to come over to meet us at a hotel." he said

"Us? Who's us?" I asked.

"Just another freak like you, I want to do something new and try a threesome with this lovely lady here." he said.

"Ok cool sounds like fun, but where?" I asked.

"Our usual place honey."

Well he got a new toy to play with now. So that means my money will be shared with the new bitch. But what do I care for, I'm not getting feelings for him and besides he's fucking married but he just like younger women, I just want to fill my appitite and get money for it.

I hurry in the bathroom and put on my tiny black sleeveless dress with lace stiletto heels and black overcoat, I didn't need much make-up but a deep red lipstick, let my red hair lavish over my shoulders and then I grab my black purse.

I leave the apartment into the chilly night and quickly jump in a taxi.

"Where you're going to this hour of the night?" the driver asked as he looked at me through his rearview mirror.

"Just take me to the Park Haytt hotel." I grumble.

I wasn't up for any conversations with anyone. The taxi driver was in his early 40's, chocolate skin tone and over weight. He wore a grey shirt and I couldnt tell what he wore exactly for pants because his belly cover most of it. And he also smell like cigarettes.

"You're meeting somebody for dinner at that fancy hotel?" the driver asked.

"Yes indeed. My father is in town and we on a date with his new wife, plus I'm late also." I said as I look down at my phone.

"How old are you anyways?" he asked.

"What with the fucking questions?" I blurt out. "All I need is to go to the hotel to see my father and my fucking new step mom." By that time I was a bit angry for this man is asking personal questions I don't want to answer.

We drive the next 10 minutes to the hotel in silence.

When we reach the hotel I reach in my purse to pay the driver.

"Here's the fancy hotel you asked for, you walk with condoms?" he asked.

"I told you for the last time I'm going to meet my fath..."

"Yea yea right. You're meeting your father and his wife in this time of the fucking night..." he said.

I look down at my phone and it show 10:14 pm.

"... I know what you are. What you doing can get you years in that shit hole. So you have to be careful what you're doing."

"But I have no choice." I said