**ATTENTION** This chapter contains sexual content, mild violence, and cursing.
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Minah's POV
I stand in the shower, running my fingers through my hair letting the warm water wash away my sins. Not like those will ever go away, God himself would never forgive me for the acts that I commit almost every night. The things I do to get by in my life, my parents may think I am the sweet and innocent scholar that they raised me to be. But I'm not. I'm anything but that. I'm a prostitute, selling my body to anyone willing to pay for it. Sometimes men my age, sometimes men that are very much older than myself. It's not ideal, but it pays well. I work when I want to and charge what I want to. Well, sort of. I was with a man last night. He wasn't half bad compared to other people. I partially had to fake it unlike most times where I completely fake it, and usually, the men knew it. But that never matters. A piece of ass is a piece of ass and nothing more than a cum dump. I put some soap on a rag and scrub my body, being cautious of any bruises or marks that have appeared over the past few days. As I am bent over scrubbing my left leg I hear the door open and close, I ignore it and continue to wash my body.
"If you want another fuck, it's gonna be another three hundred in addition to the five hundred you already owe me." The curtain flies open and a hand grips my hips and spinning me around, "I'll give it to you before you leave so shut the fuck up and take it like the whore you are." With one hand he pushes my shoulders against the cold tile wall and shoves his hard member inside me, I groan under my breath as he thrusts in and out roughly. The water runs down my back and I shiver as I feel the cold air from the vent hit my legs. His skin smacks against my ass harder and harder, faster and faster, I moan loud enough for him to hear me even though I don't enjoy it at all, but he doesn't need to know that. He grabs my breasts squeezing them still thrusting up into me. His pace slows down but he doesn't stop pounding me. He stops holding his member inside me groaning into my ear, "See you next week. Now get your ass out of my house before my kids wake up."
He pushes against me before walking away causing me to fall in the tub, slamming my hip bone against the porcelain tub. I shut off the water and grab a towel to wrap myself with, as he tosses my clothes on the floor shutting the door behind him. That man owns some sort of business or works at one. His possessions and his clothes gave that away, those are usually the people that contact me, or I meet in specific places by "coincidence". Stressed out and looking to blow off some steam, or when their wives don't satisfy them. If they're even married. I push myself up to my knees and try to get up to my feet. My hip hurts a little bit but that will go away soon. I dry myself off and put on the clothes I had last night. I take my phone out of my purse and scroll through my contacts looking for Baek Zuho. He takes care of me, helps me find men like this guy to get the most money possible. For him, he always takes at least half of what I make if not all of it. But I can't complain, it keeps the lights on.
Once I text Zuho to come pick me up, I slip back on my panties before walking out of the bathroom where the man is waiting in the living room. He pats his lap for me to sit for a minute while I wait for my ride. I sit facing him, he grabs my ass hard and kisses my neck biting making me moan quietly. I did kind of enjoy that for real, its a soft spot sadly. My phone buzzes in my purse so I pull away from him to check. "My ride is here." I stand up putting my coat on before grabbing my purse off the table and my shoes from the front door. He opens the door handing me my money. "All eight hundred is there." I smile before kissing him on the cheek and walking to the sidewalk and down the street where Zuho stands outside of his car.
I walk down to him slowly as he watches me and looks at the man occasionally. He opens the passenger side door and helps me get in. Once he shut the door and said something to the man he jumps in the driver's seat and drives away from the house. When I'm with him I don't ever feel comfortable, and this is the guy that is "protecting" me from the men out there that would "use me". My ass. He uses intimidation to get everything he wants. "Did you get all of it? He told me everything that you guys did. So no point in lying to me like last time." To explain that statement, what he means by last time was that I ended up making about two hundred and fifty dollars. And I only gave him fifty keeping the rest for myself. "Yeah, all eight hundred of it. Next time tell them to ease up on the forced encounters. He pushed me in the shower and I landed on my hip." He chuckles looking at me as he brings the car to a stop in front of my rundown apartment, "You probably deserved it." I look back at him handing him the money. He counts all of the bills and takes his half, handing the rest to me. "Maybe next time you'll make a little more. I'll text you if I get anyone else, let me know if you leave tomorrow." I nod taking the money from him getting out of the car walking towards my door, Zuho's tires screech as he speeds away.
This shitty apartment isn't much at all, the front door has been stuck so I have to practically kick it in. But it's better than living with my parents, doing what I do or being homeless. I don't even pay for it, Zuho does. Which is dumb. I lazily drop my purse on my table causing all of the contents of it to spill onto the surface. I look at the mess and groan looking at the couch that is covered in dirty clothes which I meant to wash before leaving yesterday. So instead of picking up both messes, I take the cash, my phone, a lighter and the pack of cigarettes kicking off my shoes dragging my feet to my room. The sliding door closes behind me, tossing my items on my pillow before opening the window next to my bed. The sun is barley starting to rise making the sky a beautiful orange color.
Taking a cigarette from my pack as I sit on my bed, my phone dings. As I light my cigarette with my right hand I reach behind me to grab my phone. The screen glows in my face as I see that my manager texted, asking me to come in this afternoon till close. Its a small café, cute as hell too. But if I'm being honest, that place is seriously the worst. Thinking about it just grosses me out. Once my cigarette is down to the butt I toss it out of the window, probably shouldn't do that but what do I care. I fall back on my bed curling into a ball trying to get some sleep. Believe it or not, this is my life. Fuck around with someone, wake up, come home, sleep, go to a shitty job, and do it all again. As far as my parents know, I am in my first year of college, working two jobs to pay my tuition and bills. The truth is plane as day honestly, I don't go to school. That's the lie. The secret is that I am a prostitute, and don't get me wrong I love it. Money is money and sex is sex. But sometimes it can be scary as hell...
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