Sugar, Spice and Anything But Nice

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Hope 

I still remember when I was a little kid my dad would keep buying me dolls.

"When I find one that's prettier than you, I'll stop bringing them home." He would always say. He had this charming smile that would appear each time I called him my hero. I'd always been his little girl and spoiling me made him happy, so I let him. I never even wondered how he got the money to buy me all those dolls.

With my porcelain skin, big blue eyes and blonde hair, I looked like most of my dolls. Growing up, that didn't change.

My looks were the one thing I could count on, so I used it to my advantage.

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With this one, I could pay the taxes. Or was it Dean's turn to pay them? I couldn't keep count anymore. Maybe we should write our system down so we wouldn't forget. God knows we were both occupied by other things than our stupid little system.

I made a mental note to scribble our system down on a piece of paper and maybe pin it to the wall. Or another place where we both would see it.  Maybe near the fridge.

My thoughts got interrupted by the groan from the guy pumping his junk into me. His legs stiffened and by the sounds he was making, I knew he was close.

"That's it, come for me baby." I whispered in his ear and apparently that was enough to send him over the edge. I sighed in relief, knowing it was over.

He got up and quickly put his clothes back on. I didn't rush it. I was comfortable with my body and it wasn't cold. We were at a cheap run-down motel. I rarely got that luxury so I planned on milking it as long as I could.

The walls were a burgundy red, there was an old TV and a little table on one side of the room and a crappy bed on the other side. The bed was bumpy but the sheets seemed clean enough, so it didn't bother me in the slightest.

The bathroom was something else. The toilet was dirty, I doubt they even clean the place. And no hot water but I didn't even dream of that. Hot water was for rich people.

"T-thanks." The guy said when he was putting his shoes back on.

"No problem." I shrugged. He handed me the money and I left it on the nightstand so I wouldn't forget to take it with me when I left.

"So, I paid for this room for the entire night." The guy said carefully. He was just a boy though. This was my thing; boys, usually the nerd type, would pay me to take their virginity. When word got around in school, they started lining up. I'd made a lucrative business for myself.

"If you want another round, you're gonna have to pay extra." I stated. Sometimes it would happen that guys wanted another round or they'd pay me for an entire night. It would wear me down but at least I got more money out of it.

"No! I mean you were great and all b-"

"Cut to the chase." I deadpanned.

He cleared his throat and scratched his neck. It seemed like he had a rash and I looked away because it looked painful. "I was saying, you could stay here if you want."

I shot him a sweet smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Thank you, sexy."

"You're very pretty." He said while looking at my nose. I guess looking me in the eyes would've been too much of a confrontation for the guy. I mean, it's not like we'd just fucked. Oh wait.

They always got shy and awkward afterwards. They didn't know how to act and sometimes they didn't even say anything and left. That's how I liked it. No need for small talk. Hop on, do your thing and leave.