Eleven

Fifty Cents

Car horns and tire screeches filled the air. The noise pollution was extremely unflattering to Lauren - she looked dazzling. She needed to not just look dazzling, but be dazzling. She needed to make whoever she was fucking that night wail with extreme happiness. The bills had started to pile up, and while a few weeks earlier she had had a few multi-hundred dollar gigs, the money was flowing as generously now.

She didn't look too showy, but because of her actions most people could tell she was the girl you wanted to hang out with if you were depressed, or newly divorced.

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"You love me, right?" Lauren asked her reflection. Her reflection nodded, smiling back at the broken girl.

"Of course I love you, Lauren-baby." Her reflection replied.

"That's good. I need to know someone loves me." She murmured, a slight giggle.

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Lauren's eyes scanned over the stopped car. It was a nice car. The girl inside was clearly interested. The light had just turned red so the brunette wouldn't be moving for a minute or two. She made her way over to the car. She tapped on the window, which almost instantly rolled down. Lauren leaned on the frame and gave a smile to the clearly nervous girl.

"Hey." The brunette was fighting not to stare at Lauren's cleavage.

"H-hi." The girl replied, giving her best smile.

"You doing anything tonight?"

The girl looked forward and then back at Lauren. "N-no. Um...you're a...prostitute?"

Lauren feigned hurt. "What? How dare you even ask that!"

"No! I'm sorry! Please, I just...you...I'm sorry!"

"No, its fine. I am." Lauren smiled. The girl sat a little shocked for a moment before giving a little smile and snort. "Are you interested, babe? Because I'm not cheap, but for a little thing like you I think I could make a special exception." Lauren smiled.

"Um...how much for an hour?" The girl asked. Lauren took her head out of the car - the light had turned green and a car was coming. She pulled open the door and sat inside. Camila realized what was going on and pulled over to the curb.

"How much do you have?"

The brunette reached into her pocket. "Eighty dollars. And...fifty cents."

"You're in luck because that fifty cents just pushed you over the top!" Lauren joked.

"Really?" the girl seemed happy.

"No. I'm kidding sweetie," she took the fifty cents and jingled it around in her hand.

"So, I have enough?"

Lauren turned to the girl. Her palm cupped her cheek. She pulled in the girl and their lips connected. The brunette shuddered. Eventually the tow seperated, but when they did, the girl wasn't the only one experiencing something new.

"That was my first kiss with a girl." Lauren's customer confided.

"Could've fooled me." Lauren hummed. "But yeah, you have enough. What's your name?"

"Camila." Camila smiled. A few moments of staring passed. "What's yours?"

"What do you want it to be?" Lauren smiled.

"Mmmm...Lauren." The girl said. Lauren's smile evaporated. Camila immediately sensed something was wrong. "What did I do? Did you know a Lauren? Oh, geez, I'm sorry! Don't kick me out!"

Lauren started laughing at Camila's childness. Don't kick her out? It was her car. Camila's anger at herself vanished at Lauren's giddiness. "Yeah, I know a Lauren." She sighed, slumping into the car seat.

"So, Lauren, I don't exactly know what happens now."

"I'm gonna take you to my place, we're gonna fuck, you pay me. Then you leave." Lauren's bluntness took Camila off guard.

Her face dropped. "I don't like how that sounds."

"That's how this works. Its all just meaningless sex, mkay? And if you like the taste of my pussy, you can come back for more." Lauren squeezed Camila's hand. "I promise."

Camila looked down at Lauren's hand on hers, then at the eighty dollars. "How much time do I have?"

Lauren thought for a second. "Two hours."

"Do you think we could just...kiss and talk?" Camila asked, suddenly self-conscious. Lauren's eyebrows furrowed, and she shrugged.

"Whatever you want. Kick it into gear though because I need at least two hundred dollars by the end of the night."

"I can get that! I have more money...in the bank." Camila yipped excitedly. Lauren turned to her, incredulous.

"That'll get you five hours. But I could probably make more if I just fucked some other people." Of course, Lauren knew that there was no assurance she could find three or four other fucks that night.

"How much for the night? Three hundred?" Lauren shook her head. "Four hundred?" Camila's voice broke out of desperation. Lauren took a deep breath. She nodded. "Four hundred dollars for the entire night. Deal?" Camila stuck out her hand. Lauren leaned over and took Camila's lips once more.

"Deal." She whispered in between them.

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A/N: ughhhh the mirror scenes kill me, when she's just talking to herself

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