Lovestruck.

The Encounter. Chapter 1.

It was my first day at my new workplace; 'The Club'. However, most people liked to call it 'The whorehouse'.

I wasn't here willingly. I was forced to work here. I had no other option. My parents had kicked me out because they thought I was a whore. Ironically, I ended up at a whorehouse. It was the only option, no one was giving me jobs because my reputation had gone down the drain when I'd done absolutely nothing wrong.

No matter what I told people, nobody would believe my side of the story. The truthful side. Wherever I went, people used to stare at me, whisper and point behind my back. It was driving me crazy. Having no other choice, I was now working as a prostitue. It was the only way I could make a living for myself.

Never in my life had I even kissed a guy, let alone had sex and now, here I was waiting for my first customer to walk in and to rob me of my purity that I had protected for the past 21 years. Yet, here I was waiting for some drunk guy to walk in and violate me with no assurance that I'd actually get any money once he was done. I didn't have a flipping clue about how things worked. I was just fed up with my life. I was done being depressed all the time, cutting myself, getting wasted almost every night or have suicidal thoughts when I wasn't trashing my body with drugs or alcohol.

After all, I was in this situation right now because everyone thought I was a whore. They said I was a whore? Heck, I'd show them a whore.

A loud knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. People actually knock at a whore house? Wow. The guy must really be sober.

A tall man walked in. The shitty lighting in the room made it hard for me to see his face clearly. From the little light that was available, I noticed that this man had a slight stubble. He was wearing a white v neck t-shirt and black skinny jeans. He took a step closer, making it easier to see his face. He had almond shaped eyes and small lips, his nose was a perfect triangle. He looked pretty decent to me.

So this was the guy I was losing my virginity to?

He sat on the bed gesturing for me to sit next to him. I looked at him hesitantly before joining him on the bed, my hands trembling at what would happen next. I thought it would be easy doing this 'job' but now that it was time to actually do something, I was shit scared. All I wanted to do was run out of the room and never look back.

As much as I wanted to disappear from this god forsaken place, I didn't. He had made this decision and I was going through with it. I looked at the stranger beside me, waiting anxiously on what he would do. To my surprise, he simply sat there, observing me.

Did he expect me to do something first? Shit, I was such an idiot to think I would be able to do this!

His eyes fell on my hands that were shaking like crazy.

"New to this, aren't you?"he asked, with slight humour behind his voice.

Wow, it was so obvious that I had no experience.

"No, I just-," I began to defend myself but he cut me off.

"What's your name?"

"Hayley," I replied.

"What are you doing here?"

Is this guy on drugs or something? This was a freaking whore house! What did he think I was doing here?

Why was he asking me so many questions? Wasn't he just supposed to screw me and leave?

I wanted to answer him with a sarcastic remark but I really wanted the money. I couldn't mess up my chances by being rude.

"I'm here to give you a good time," I said, uncertainly.

He looked at me skeptically before putting his hand into his pocket. He pulled out some kind of card and handed it to me.

As soon as I saw what it was, I felt my stomach drop.

He was a police officer. He had just shown me his ID card.

Shit, I was screwed.

I had to say something, explain myself. Of course what I was doing was illegal but I had an proper reason. I just needed him to believe me.

"Look officer, I can explain," I began, scared out of my wits.

"Why are you doing this? Clearly this is your first time and you look like you'd rather be else where than here right now. Why are you wasting yourself like this?" he asked. I was about to explain myself before he shushed me.

"Come with me."

Knowing I had no other choice, I stood up and quietly followed the officer.

******

An hour later, I was sitting on a warm couch in OJ's room. Yeah, his name was OJ. Well those were his initials, but that's what everyone called him, I think.

I dont know why he did it, when we left the whorehouse, OJ ordered me to carry my luggage and belongings along. He then made a pit stop at the bar below, threatening the bar manager that he would arrest him and that his club would close if he didn't let me leave. And that's how I ended up at officer OJ's apartment.

I still couldn't understand why he brought me to his house? I thought  he was going to arrest me and throw me in federal prison. Maybe he was  a bad cop. Maybe he was going to rape me and then throw me in jail. Honestly all the tension and anxiety had worn me out and I was exhausted. Not knowing what the future had in store for me, I let my eyes drift shut and fall asleep. On a stranger's couch with no idea with what he was going to do with me.

Yeah, I know I'm smart. So s