Being A Prostitute

Prologue

Warning; This Book Haven't Being Editing, Being A Prostitute Was Published In 2014 So Please Excuse My Errors, I Was Young As Hell When I Made This Book, Instead Of Remaking A New Book, I'll Just Let This Book Be.. Be Sure To Check Out My Other Books. Thanks

I stood in front of the corner store waiting for a car to pull up, I've got 500 dollars altogether and I finally could pay my rent when I get the other 100 dollar. My little girl and I finally don't have to worry about been kicked out for this month and sleeping under the bridge.

I looked at my reflection in the glass. I've really look bad, badges under my eyes, purple wig on, red strapless shirt with a mini black skirt on, black fishnets, and black heels. I've never thought about been a prostitute until I've got fired from my old job. I had to put a roof over my 4 year old daughter head. I mean I've had a tuff life.

I seen a black car pull up. "400 dollars if you ride, let me hit you from the back, suck me up, and let me bang that pussy hard." I couldn't decline it, 400 dollars! I got inside the black car and the nice looking man drove off. Grey eyes, black curly hair, red skinned, and full lips.

I looked at him as he pulled out an I.D that stats that he was a undercover police. I threw my head back thinking about my daughter. I'm so busted! I held my tears in, I didn't want to make myself weak.

"Jail time it is, looks like you going to be in there for a year or 2, you know this illegal!" The undercover cop said. "I know it is illegal, but before you arrest me can I tell you the side of my story?"

I put my head down, "Once I tell you the side of my story make sure my little girl gets a nice home." "I'm listening, but you still going to jail." I took a deep breath before I spoke.