Sometimes we feel like we got life all planned out. We plan for the future but fail to live in the present.
Everything seems perfect to the public eye but behind close doors it's the complete opposite. Heaven becomes Hell but we have no choice but...
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"Fuck baby you like this" This nigga moaned as he thrusted in and out of me
"Mmm yeah baby fuck" I faked moaned
He was even doing shit.
"Damn baby your pussy tight" He groaned going faster basically trying to break my cervix
After a couple more pumps he pulled out releasing on his sheets.
I got up quickly putting my clothes on. I didn't even get to cum.
"Woah you're the best I've even gotten baby" He said trying to catch his breath.
"You too baby" I smiled
"Here. I'll definitely come to you more often" He said getting up and going to the bathroom. "Let yourself out"
Once he was in I grabbed his wallet getting the rest of the cash before running out the house and down the street.
Lauren picked me up and we went home.
This has been my life for the last 2 months.
I tried applying to jobs around here but it seems like everyone seen the video that was leaked and to make matters worst. Videos of me getting raped by my father also got leaked so nobody wanted to hire. They said it makes their business look bad if they have a hoe working for them so they didn't want to hire. I even got rejected from Mcdonalds and they hire everyone. I went ti the strip club but they said they weren't hiring at the moment and I was too young to bartend so they sent me away.
I needed to make money and fast if I ever wanted to get out of my situation. It just so happens that Lauren was a prostitute and she showed me the ropes only differences between me and her is that I don't have a pimp. I do this on my own. I got a fake ID so I go to clubs and flirt with the rich old men.
I usually make about 200 a night but a lot of times I don't get lucky. I probably make about 600 a week if I'm lucky but some clubs don't let me in and some guys aren't as easy to rob for more money.
"How did it go?" She asked
"Horrible. I didn't even cum. He gave 300 and told me to let myself out so when he went into the bathroom I took the rest of his cash leaving me with a total of 600" I smiled to myself.
"Good because we need groceries" She said
I knew that meant I was going to pay for them. I feel like I should have a fortune saved up but in reality I barely have enough for myself.
I gotta pay for the groceries,My phone bill, my insurance and then she charges me about 600 of rent.
I know I shouldn't let her do this but what else am I going to do? Leave and sleep in the streets giving my dad a better chance of finding me?
I know the moment I'm spotted in the streets sleeping my dad's going to find me and lord knows what type of punishment he'll have for me. So until I can get out of Harlem I gotta put up with her.
"I'll go tomorrow morning"
"Thank you babes" She smiled pulling up to the house.
I quickly got out and ran inside heading straight to the shower.
I got in and scrubbed all the smell off of me and I broke down.
I hated doing this shit. I hated letting men have their way just so I could keep food on the table. Why do I have to belittle myself and make myself worthless just so I can stay alive?
Why do I even want to stay alive in a world like this? Why stay alive and keep suffering day by day?
I got out the shower wrapping the towel around my body and heading to my room
I changed into my night clothes before going to the kitchen to get something to eat. It was going on 2 in the morning and I was starving and sleepy.
Walking in I seen Lauren making a line.
I haven't done coke since I've been here and honestly right now it was exactly what I needed.
"Where you get that?" I asked
"My home boy sells it. Why?" She asked
"How much for an eight ball?"
"$80. I have a gram if you want it. I'll give it to you for 30"
I ran to my room grabbing the cash and bringing it back to her. We exchanged it and I went back to my room forgetting all about me being hungry