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Maria
The moment that I got into the club I could feel the stares. So I looked around to see where they were coming from, of course it was the old men who couldn't control their hormones. I ignored them, I was used to it at this point. I was trying to find the man with the light pink tie. He shouldn't be that hard to spot, I mean come on his tie is pink.

I looked around everywhere, even the V.I.P area. I still couldn't spot him, if I didn't find him soon I would be in trouble. I scanned the crowd one more time, when I saw him come from the bathroom. Thank god I thought, I could not get junto trouble.

I went right over to him. He knew exactly who I was before I even made my way to him. He looked right into my eyes, and as I passed him I felt the paper right by my hand. So I grabbed it quickly before anyone could see.

I hurried away and checked the paper. It said "you have to come home with me tonight." I knew I had to. There was no arguing with this. But how would this work now? How was I going to get my weed, and when was I going to leave with him. I felt like I had to ask more questions when he came up suddenly behind me.

"I knew that you would look amazing in that dress, I have seen you around before. I've always wanted you to be my client. Did you know that?"

I didn't know that. Why was he so close all of a sudden and where did he come from? I saw him walk the other way. I had to answer or else I would be in a lot of trouble. So I just said.

"Really? How did you know that I would look amazing in this dress?"

"Just like I said I've seen you around. I can't believe I actually got to you first."

I still really wanted my weed, and it didn't seem like he was giving it to me. He just wanted me to go home with him. So I turned around to actually look at him. I'm not going to lie he is very attractive.

"What about my weed now? Since I agreed to going home with you?"

He didn't say anything, he just studied my face. I started to feel very weird.
No one has ever been this weird towards me, and what did he mean by he couldn't believe he got to me first? Who else wanted me? Why was I such a big deal? I'm the same as most girls that play this game. I'm so confused right now. He still didn't say anything still, he just kept staring at me. I didn't come here to get stared at I came here for weed. Finally he decided to speak up.

"Is that really the only reason you came here?"

As he said that, he leaned in very close to me. I was breathless for a moment. That has never happened to me before, and I've seen many very attractive men here. I took a step back not sure what to do. He seemed very shocked but that was replaced by anger in a few seconds. I was a little scared so I spoke up quickly.

"Sorry I did that it's just that if you really want to have fun, I should smoke the weed first. It makes me a lot more happy and less uptight."

I finished with a wink to make it more believable. I was very glad that he bought it. I was afraid that it wasn't going to be enough for him. But of course he was just like the rest of them, he was horny and didn't care as long as he got whatever he wanted. He leaned in very close to me again, this time leaning to my ear. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he whispered.

"I'll be right back then and we can smoke it together, so we can have twice the fun. How does that sound?"

I just shook my head not knowing how to respond with him being so close to me. I could hear his chuckle. Before he decided to actually  pull away from me, he kissed my neck quickly. That surprised me. But as soon as he did it and I opened my eyes again he was gone. He must have gone to get the weed.

This better actually hold me over for the night. There is no way I could stay the way I am and actually give him what he wanted. So I sucked it up. Before he got back I decided to head to the bar to loosen up even more. I went there very quick and ordered three shots of vodka. I drank them like water. It doesn't faze me anymore. I've had a lot of practice.

I still didn't know where my guy was. I wonder what his name is? I mean he's really hot so his name better not wreck his looks. I hope it's a really good name. I was still looking around for him. I couldn't see him anywhere, but I could feel many stares.

Of course when I looked for him I would catch the eyes of creepy old men. They all had the same hungry look in their eyes. It made me sick but I have learned to deal with it better. After playing this game for a long time it's all you see. Old men seeking out young girls. It doesn't make it right, I'm just used to it.

At this point I gave up looking for him. When I sat there I ordered three more shots. I had to loosen myself up a lot, my guy tonight seemed to be a handful. I still don't understand why I couldn't see him. I know that it's a big club, I can usually always find my guy. I even saw of some of my old sellers. I mostly have a new one every night. I ended up just sitting there and waiting for him to return. It became really boring.

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