This is volume 2 to my first Ace Attorney One Shots Book!
If you haven't read that book yet, you should go read it because certain chapters will not make sense if you don't!
Thank you!
I walked out of the backroom, a handful of hundreds in my hand. The other girls in the hall stared with envious glares as I passed. I headed into my private room and locked the door. This was my life. Getting up at 5:00 in the morning, working the club all day, then selling myself all night at random rapper's parties. The money made me happy, so I kept working.
"These days, making love ain't been fun, cause making men cum has been her only income. 21, Erica is barely 21. And for the dollar, she gon’ give it up for anyone!"
There was a knock at the door, "(Y/n), room 10! VIP!" I reapplied my lipstick and mascara, "Alright!" I walked back down the hall, stopping in front of room 10. I took a deep breath and walked in, using my confidence to appeal to my customer.
I stepped out an hour later, more hundreds in my hand. I got back to my private room just in time to hear my phone ring. I answered it, "Hello?" I heard my friend, (F/n), "Girl! Where are you? What you doin?" I smiled, "Nothin. Just hopped out the club, ha!" She laughed, "These rappers' are starting a party tonight. Wanna make some money?" I grinned, "I’m on my way!" I threw on a jacket and grabbed my stuff before heading to my car.
I typed the address into my gps and drove off. The party was at some kind of office building. I called (F/n) when I got out of the car. She came out and brought me in, leaving me to change into the outfit I brought.
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I finished getting dressed and started applying my make-up.
"Red bottoms, she gon' get them Louie Vuitton's. Sugar daddy get whatever shoe she want. And if you gotta blue tick, she like “how you been?” She even let a couple rappers hit it now and then. Boss mode! Erica in boss mode!"
"Hit the Gucci store, she ain't even check the barcode. Oh shit, retail, therapy from retail. Another Venmo alert in her Gmail. All the other girls wanna ball out like Erica. LA to NY, Queen of America!"
I paused and looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed.
"But all of this can't cover up what she has never told. Her uncle was abusing her since she was only 7 years old..."
I gripped the counter as an unwanted memory entered my mind.
"Our little secret honey. That's a good girl. Who's my favourite niece?"
I shook it off and opened the door, a smirk planted on my face. I joined (F/n) in the party, getting up on the guys who paid up. The money kept coming so I kept going.
"Twerk somethin’ hoe, you better twerk somethin'! That’d be the motto that she lives by to earn something. They ain't with the nonsense, so quit the nonsense. You think these guys have a conscience? They're barely conscious! These dudes are bonkers!"
