vlog squad ~oneshots~ (discontinued)

used and used

slight smut warning & mature theme

liza sighs, shutting her laptop and putting her shirt back on. 

she hates it, but she needs to eat somehow. 

she checks her phone again, two appointments tonight, so pretty much her average friday night. 

she puts on a tight dress, 24-hour satin red liquid lipstick, and a ton of mascara. 

she takes a deep breath as she puts on her stilettos and grabs her phone again, calling an uber. 

the uber ride is boring, and she pays him in oral sex, as usual, because ubers are expensive as hell, so it's pay for two uber rides or a new bra for every three a rough client breaks. 

after her first appointment, she's tired and her wrists are sore from the client's death grip, which is neither pleasant nor rare. 

she takes another deep breath, forcing her head high and her hips to sway as she walked to her last appointment of the night. 

'you can do this,'  she tells herself, 'you can get through this.'

she enters room 314 and her client is already there. 

brown hair, brown eyes, decent looking, and looks younger than most of her clients. 

she puts on her fake voice, racking her brain for his name, but she can't remember it for the life of her. 

instead of her usual, "how may i serve you, _______?", or "how do you want me, _______?" she settles for a wink and a lip bite, waiting for him to say the first thing. 

"i'm not going to lie," he begins, looking her up and down, "this is my first time doing this and i'm only doing it because my friend jason recommended you because my date stood me up."

"oh," she says quietly, she remembers jason, he's another old perv looking for what a young, attractive girl half his age won't give him for free. 

"yeah..." he says, and she nods, slipping off her dress. 

she feels numb by this point, used to exposing herself to survive in this big bad world she was forced into so early in her seemingly long life.  

she's only 19, but she walks the streets so mean. 

she sits on the bed, looking at the floor,

"how do you want me?" she asks routinely, and so, so numbly. 

"um... i don't care, whatever you'd like i guess."

liza was taken aback, no one had ever let her choose before. 

"i-i, i've never chosen before, perhaps you could pick? all i know the name to is missionary..."

"missionary it is then," he says, she obediently lays back on the bed, adjusting her black lacey panties, (which match her black lacey bra), and pulling her hair up from above her head as he climbs on top of her, stripping his shirt off in the process. 

he gently reaches behind her, unclipping her bra, as she stares blankly at the ceiling. 

he sets her bra to the side on the king-sized bed, then he goes to unbuckle his belt, not seeming to mind doing all the work. 

putting his belt beside her bra, he gently runs his fingertips along her toned stomach, kissing along the area of her tummy right above her panties. 

he begins to pull her panties down, and she bursts into tears. 

she sobs quietly, but violently, covering her small face with her small hands. 

he pulls her panties back up and she seems to snap back to realtity, because she quickly wipes her tears and stands up. 

"i-i'm so s-sorry, i'll-i'll give you a r-refund or and free s-sex or whatever y-you w-ant" she's still crying and she seemed to be trying so hard to stop, but her chest is heaving and she voice is shaking. 

"it's okay-"

"it's not okay, i'm s-sorry, i'll get c-cleaned up and come back and let you have me however you w-want i s-wear."

"are you okay?" he asks liza, not that he knew her real name, and she begins to cry again, burying her face in his chest. 

she sobs so violently that he's afraid her tiny body would shatter in his arms. 

he holds her and lets her cry, concerned for this poor girl who seems so, so broken. 

about ten minutes later, she begins to calm down, david decides that this is his chance to ask her what's wrong, although he thinks he already knows. 

"i'm just so tired, i get used for a living. used and used by old lonely men who hit me for 200 extra bucks so i can pay rent without fucking my landlord. even after i get home i strip for old men in their mom's basement on some shady cam girl website so i can pay for the electric bill and i put on costumes and use whips for food and i suck off guys and eat out girls to buy myself these slutty dresses that attract them in the first place", she sighs, another tear rolling down her cheek, "all to get uses and used again, it's an endless cycle of pain and i hate it."

he stays silent, but kisses her head and pulls her into another hug, and she cries again, because she hasn't been hugged in years. 

"let me see you again, i don't want a refund for tonight," he whispers to her, rubbing her back, "go home, get some rest. did you drive here?"

she shakes her head, shoked buy his kindness. 

"let me drive you," he says, "i won't go in if  you don't want me to, but i don't want you walking or ubering home so late at night."

she nods, smiling at him and putting on her bra and dress. 

"i'm elizabeth," she says quietly, making eyecontact with him for the first time since she walked into the room. 

he smiles at her warmly, holding his hand out for her, 

"okay liza, i'm david," he says as she takes his hand and they walk to his car.