Jillian Rose

Chapter 1

One. Two. Buckle my shoe. Three. Four. Shut the door. Five. Six. Pick up tricks. Seven. Eight. It's way too late.

I closed my eyes as the bricks dug into my bare flesh. The backless dress I chose to wear that night was perfect. I threw my head back and welcomed the black stars that danced across my vision as the back of my skull made contact with the brick wall behind me. Anything was a welcome distraction than the John that plowed his member inside me. They were all the same. Middle aged business men in their suits and ties.

I pushed the John away from me as he came inside me. I distinctly told him not to do that! I fell to the ground hard as he stumbled away from me. I wish I could smack that disgusting grin off his face.

"I told you not to get off inside me Asshole!" I said as I smacked his arm.

"Take it as a compliment sweetie. It's not every day I get a fine tight pussy like yours in this neighborhood. How old are you anyway?"

I swallowed hard. How the fuck was I supposed to tell him I was young enough to be his daughter. I didn't care how it made him feel. "Seventeen," I whispered. I hope he feels like the slime ball he is. I could already feel the bruise forming where his wedding ring cut into my thigh.

"Seventeen and already a whore?" he said that fucking grin back on his face. "I'd be shocked, but I already know I wasn't your first tonight."

I clenched my jaw trying to turn my filter on. "Just give me my fucking money," I begged. My voice betrayed me, as it normally does. After all, I was only seventeen and I was alone in a dark alley with a strange man. No matter how many times I did this I was never numb to the danger my life was in.

"I didn't get my full time. I expect to get what I paid for."

"You got off! That's what you paid for! Its not my fault you're a minute man!"

The bitter taste of pennies flooded my mouth as I fell to the ground. Rule number one was just broken. Never insult the Johns.

"I believe the lady asked for her money,"

I glanced up quickly, just in time to see the last remaining sparks of a lighter flick off. The red glow of a cigarette blocked my John's exit. This was going to end badly. Visions of being tag teamed by these two sick fucks flickered in the back of my mind. I had one rule and one rule only when I turned tricks. The back door was an exit only. No amount of money could get me to open that door not while I had a perfect...how did he put it, "tight pussy" for them to ravage.

"Who asked you," my John spat at the glowing cigarette.

I rose to my feet quickly as my knight in shining armor stepped into the glare of the neon signs. Suddenly, those images of being tagged teamed would have been better than my new reality. My knight was a cop.

Not just any cop. He was either undercover or dirty. I couldn't decide which would be worse, going to jail or doing him a "favor". Either way I was going to be giving it up for free to him that night. I could either do it willingly or he'd take it. They were all the same. If they weren't dirty I could bribe them with a free mouth fuck. If they were dirty they'd take it from me until they were done. I guess either way they were dirty. The good ones never came to this neighborhood.

I quickly picked up the fifty dollars my John threw on the ground and shoved it into my bra. Why I felt like that was a safe place I'll never know. It's just what we did.

"She's all yours," my John said spitting next to me on the ground. "She's all lubed up for you."

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.