Dirty Drivers

Chapter 1

Gon's POV

I held my breath as I attempted to shuffle soundlessly out of the bed, praying not to disturb the client from last night knocked out next to me.

I tiptoe around the tacky, decorative, cramped room and gathered my revealing clothes that were strung across the floor. I yawned and held my head as the red and black theme of the room pained my eyes. I dizzily opened the closet door that had been supporting my body weight, and looked at the clock, seeing that it was 4:43 am, Ugh, why did the fat, old bastard take so long to wear out? Why do I do this, all people do is annoy me.

I close the closet door and lazily slip on a white robe that I grabbed off the rack. I double check to make sure the guy paid me the right amount and took a few extra bucks from his wallet. I then tossed the wallet on his folded pants on the floor and slipped out of the private room.

I stealthily sneak down the hall barefoot with my outfit tucked under my arm, making my way to the back room. A few stragglers from the previous night passed me, groaning about their hangovers and rubbing their temples. The confused expressions of married or lonely men amused me.

"Good morning Gon." I hear my manager and friend  Ashton say, as I opened the door at the very end of the hall. He was sitting on a counter, leaned against a mirror, typing on his phone, but immediately set it down once I came into sight. He hopped off the counter and walked around tables and chairs until he was in front of me.

His long curls were tied back with a wire headband and he was still in his black slacks and white button up. He was a broad guy, very muscular, and the perfect people pleaser. He was the person with the title 'Golden Boy' or 'Mama's Boy' with his never ending respect for people and his endless charm with his customers. His perfectly tanned skin complimented his straight and pearly teeth alongside his golden pretty boy eyes. It was annoying to see him smiling so big this early.

"More like bad morning Ashton. I hate when my schedule is screwed up." I say leaning against the doorway with a sigh, shifting my bare feet on the cool tile.

Ashton chuckles, "You're never a morning person Gon," he then points to my stiff legs with a frown, "Are you okay, want some help?" he offered.

I rubbed my eyes, "Thanks but I'll be okay. Jesus, I saw five different people man."

I sigh and lean out heavier on the doorframe, "Good thing the money makes it worth it, I made $870 in total, just in privets, not even counting bar tips."

I weakly brag and shifted down my robe showing my manager the dark purple bruises and irritated bite marks covering my upper body, "But I've been in worse condition before, I'm just really glad they didn't get my neck too much, you know those ones never disap-"

"Gon," he cuts me off walking closer to me placing a hand on my arm and lifting the robe back over my shoulder, "I think you should take off the rest of the week. You've been working here every night and at the shop during the day, and you rarely take time off the rest! I'm worried about you.." He said in a concerned tone, and looked up at me, searching my expressionless face.

I push him off of me and roll my eyes at his statement,"You know my situation with money," I say defensively, "I need all cash I can get." Shithead Ashton thinks he knows everything.

He muttered something under his breath about my attitude and wrapped an arm around my waist, ignoring my sass. He ushered me into one of the shower stalls and handed me a towel and soap and starts to shut the glass door.

"Anyways, it's only Wednesday-" I glare, grabbing the door before it closed. I stifle an angry yawn and lean my forehead against the glass.