Prostitute

Chapter 1 Wednesdays New Job

Every kiss begins with a diminutive sign, but when his lips neighboured mine I lost sight of high society. His hands slithered up my skirt while obstructions me with his prepossessing appearance. He jostled me down slowly whilst osculating my neck with his soft lips. I could feel his piquant breath filling the living room, and the sweat fluxing into his skin. 'Do you want me now baby?' Presumed Wednesday as she removes her arm from his piquant neck and travels it down to his unbuttoned pants.

That night was never quite finished and neither was the sex. It is believed Wednesday detested the minute he took his underwear off. "You like what you see?" He said, proudly. His penis was the dimension of a 0.5mm Mankai (less than 1/5 inches). How would I know you may question? Well I was certified and I dumped him on the spot.
It was less than two years ago when my intimacy for that douche bag, dissolved in thin air. After that night, I took his million dollar mansion and I catapulted his entire Wardrobe full of designer out the window. His hands extended out for his garments as most alighted on the pig dung.
He committed suicide 3 days after the incident and I was left with his million dollar fortune swimming in an ocean covered in money, well that was until I got a call from the bank saying his brother Miles inherited the 77.2 million dollars! So, I was left with needlessly, I was unemployed and banned from using the casino for 12 whole years! Take that You affluent scumbags.

I sauntered through the city streets until I discovered the perfect way to make some big coins.

"You want to become a what?!" Yawped Auntie Mae Lee, as the glass of iced water slips carelessly out of her hand in shock. "A prostitute. Look I get that you may not want to be related to a women who just sleeps with money making elderly men but come on, give me a chance to keep the family business on its feet again." Explicated Wednesday excitingly while bending down to virtuous the broken glass Mae left on the marble floor.
"Look Wednesday, you only finished college a few months ago you still have a lot ahead of you. Besides you have a problem with gainsaying and interrogating with men about their sexuality, how long they can last in bed  and their penis size, which by the way is pretty preternatural for a 22 year old to ask elderly men. Exposed Mae as she sauntered away from Wednesday.
"Well why don't you try to "please" men the way I do." "Cause I'm a married women and I don't think any elderly would wanna get in bed with a 46 year old." Turned down Mae carelessly.
"You'd be surprised for the amount of men that would want to take a 46 year old down their pants." Scoffs off Wednesday while pointing her finger at Mae. "Yeah right." " I'm serious! Most men are dirty, dirty and don't mind getting a blowjob from a 46 year old."
"Not all men want blowjobs you know."
"Trust me ALL men want a blowjob, especially in the car or risky places."
"Fine, carry on with your prostitute life, that I won't be joining by the way."says Mae as she walks off to her bedroom, across the hall.
Wednesday laughs it off, near the kitchen sink. Her phone vibrates long enough for her to  garner it up out of her pocket.
"Hello?" She says laughingly, while guzzling on a cherry popsicle. "Wed, your gonna wanna come down at Vern Street right now! Their giving out hundred dollar bills to the prostitutes!" Faulted the audio through the phone. She stops guzzling on her cherry popsicle and hangs up on the phone. While the popsicle dangles down her cherry stained lips Wednesday clutches her bag occluded with seductive clothing. She scrambled out the apartment door, with the popsicle swimming down her cold throat.

"Hello Wednesday, got an exception already? Questions the old man at the desk. "Oh yeah Mr.Chums, I'm about to make some big bucks!" Wobbles out Wednesday while rushing down the stairs. "Be careful would you, oh and can you pick me up some fried chicken on the way?" "If I encounter any, see ya!" Promises Wednesday as she runs out the door, smiling.

Her feet run the wet, stone ground as she struggles to pinpoint her ruby red car in the parking lot. She looks down at her leather purse and glances for her car keys.
After minutes of searching, she finally found her keys. The lights shine out in the dark parking lot, Wednesday walks to her car relieved. She sees the soaked car door and pulls it open. Once she gets into her car she starts the engine and begins to drive off and abandon the hotel.