Prostitute

Chapter 2 I want you, and i want you now

The night was cold inky blackness of a Mexican Cave. Prostitutes wearing their most tempting habit. The brass monkey covered goosebumps all over their seductive outfits. Lips turned blue and skin turned pale, heals of hell were worn and nothing more than a coat with champagne bottles. I told you specifically. No more than 100 USD!" "S-sorry sir the women want more, a-and their allowing the men to have sex without the condoms, just for 850." "No! Absolutely not, you know what I have tomorrow? A meeting and I can't be late! Pack everything up we're leaving." The sounds of disappointment fill the open air, Wednesday's ruby red car appears just in time for regret. Prostitutes stand in disappointment and shiver almost to death. A crowd of prostitutes walk and run back to their cars, to drive all the way back home.
"Damn it!" Wednesday cries out while hitting her heal on the wet stone ground. "I've missed out on an opportunity of a lifetime!"
"AGHHHH!!!" Screams a voice in pain not far from were Wednesday was standing. Wednesday gets up on her feet, and runs to the nearest direction she hears the scream.
"Please Please! Get off me! I-I'm only 16!" Screams a young girl in terror. Two men around the ages of 25-36 pull the young women by the hair and force her up against a brick wall. The man presses his face up against the girls and continuously licks her face, while she shivers in disgust. He starts the pull down her leather skirt while squeezing her head as tears rush down her innocent face.
"Please please! I don't want to get raped!"  She says while crying in pain. "It's okay, it'll only last a couple minutes then we'll sell ya." One of the guys explain whilst unzipping his buttons on his blue jeans. The other guy laughs and rips off the young girls underwear. He pushes her down in doggie style, Wednesday rushes in to help but one of the guys grabs her by the hair and slams her head against the pavement ground, which knocks her unconscious.

17 hours later...The next day

The next morning, Wednesday yawns while her arms go up, she opens her eyes to a bright room. She looks around, confused on where she might be or who had brought her to this destination. She lays in a bed by a bed side table. Were a basic pink hoodie and light denim shorts lye. Wednesday looks down at the white bed sheets, and pulls up the sheets up. "Where are my clothes?" She says in confusion while quickly covering herself with the white sheets. A tall handsome young man walks in the room wearing his hair messy just like he had just woken up, and his dark green eyes are just to die for. In his hands are a plate thronged with the perfect salted eggs embrittled bacon, and cheesy omelet just to die for. "Ah I see your awake sleepyhead." He says while placing the breakfast on the bed. "I-I'm sorry do I know you?" Wednesday admits while still covering her chest. "Well not the best first impression but hello to you to." He says while walking to the open restroom. "Right, I'm sorry. How did I get here?" She says while looking down and back up again. "I found you laying unconscious in the middle of an alleyway completely nude, while I was walking home with groceries." He explains while walking back into the room and looking down at Wednesday. "You didn't..." "oh! Good heavens no! I would never, and besides I'm engaged to the love of my life, Cynthia." He says proudly. "Phew! Thank god, anyways I have to leave Im going to find a real job." Wednesday says while getting out of the bed standing nude in front of the man. "Uh..." "What?" "Your naked." "So...?" Wednesday says while walking up to him and brushing through his hair and laying her hand on his cheek. "Your a beautiful women ma'am but I'm 28." "And I'm 22." He grabs her by the waist and neighbors his lips with hers. She wraps her arms around his neck, and continues to kiss him with no regret. He lays her down on the sheets, the breakfast tumbles down off the bed and onto the ground. Her face pressed against his and none stop kisses. The room surrounds them with hot toasty air. They stop kissing to breathe both in and out. Wednesday's hair sweats like it's never before, her skin touched like nothing compared to any other client. Except this time it wasn't a client. It was a random guy who happens to save her life unknowingly. He deserved it after all, he did rescue her.
His blue jeans and handsome face turned her on. Wednesday removed her arms away from his face and sneakingly presses it against his buttoned jeans.
Wednesday unbuttons his jeans to reveal his hot and warm penis. She rests her hands against it and before she can taste it, Cynthia rushes in not knowing who her fiancé is with and what they are doing. She stands in complete and utter disbelief. "I-I can't believe you. You don't even know this women and she's here about to give you a BLOWJOB! That's it, I'm done I'm leaving have fun explaining this to my father." Cynthia explains in complete honesty and sadness, her hazel eyes start to tear up and her skin turned pale. She left the room the minute she saw her fiancé about to treasure a women he barely knows.
He slides on his boxes and then his denim jeans, he rushes out the room in complete regret, and disappointment.
Sure Wednesday felt bad but I wasn't her fault he wanted her. She gave him what he was thirsty for, I mean that's what a prostitute does right?