Stories tagged “prostitution”
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A Humanity Break
She got up from her submissive bow to the porcelain goddess (also, today, the goddess of death), and stumbled to the mirror. She didn’t like the sallow-cheeked, red-eyed Raggedy Ann doll staring back at her. She had a moonstruck look on her face,...
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You Get What You Pay For
I open the door and the girl enters. She is pale with long dark red hair. Can’t be a day over nineteen. I close the door. “I,” she starts but I wave my hand. “Take your clothes off,” I command. She removes her tank top and skirt as I slip off...
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Child Lost
His fingers caress my thigh His lips my cheek I want to cry.
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Free Love
Every day started the same – I’d be sitting at the back of the bus, expectantly waiting for her arrival. She’d climb on board, smiling to herself as she strolled up the aisle, and swing herself gracefully into a waiting seat. The bus ...
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The Confessions of a Teenage Prostitute
Friday night, time to finally get away from the world, even if it is in a strip club. Nice girls and bitches all dancing on one stage, trying to find a date to go home with, get money and move on. That’s the typical life for us prostitutes and I&...
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After Hours (I)
I leave the stage with nothing on except my lingerie. “Jesus,” Mesmerizing Mary says as she wipes her mouth with one of the many baby wipes she carries around, “I hate guys with small dicks, they have the most come.” “Hone...
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After Hours (II)
We end up in his dazzling apartment, on his bed, completely naked. He kisses me nice and soft, and holds me like I’m a normal girl. So I get on top to show him I’m a woman as far as he knows. I begin to kiss him with no tongue. He, on the o...
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Normal Girl By Day (III)
What could he possibly be doing here? I know I thought he was young, but damn, I didn’t think he was that young. I couldn’t deny those blue eyes or that jet black hair. I have to show around the guy who I gave a blow job to and had sex with...
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Run Away (I)
I don’t know what happened, I really don’t. My conscious told me not to, but something told me to take the risk and I listened to that instead. Ethan sat with us at lunch, but the girls were all over him so I didn’t talk to him that m...
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Surprises (I)
There’s an awkward silence after I admit it. Maybe I made a mistake confessing it, but denying it would only make him investigate more. Now I’m in my room, door locked, my back to the wall, reflecting on the future damage I’ve just cr...
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Surprises (II)
“Fuck. You.” I said and walked out the door. I couldn’t win in a fight with him, so there was no use in trying. I have places to go anyway and he isn’t trying to stop me. I’m in the back of the bus, my bleeding cheek resti...
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Confessions (I)
“If we’re gonna talk, it’s going to be about you, not me,” I wager. “We’ll do Q & A,” he says. I think about it for a second. The bus ride to club Majesty is long, but do I really want to confess my secrets...
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Confessions (II)
“Do you ever let that go, Ethan?” I ask. I knew that question was coming. “I won’t answer until you answer me,” he says. “You’re going to have to wait then cause I’m leaving,” I say and walk out the...
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Background (I)
Ethan persuades me to go with him somewhere that wasn’t the strip club tonight. I’m starting to get the feeling he doesn’t like this whole prostitute thing. “Where are we going?” I ask. We’re walking on the empty str...
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Background (II)
“Your dark past?” I ask. “Yeah,” he begins, “remember what I said about getting a girl pregnant? Well, that’s not exactly the whole story. What really happened is a longer story.” “I’m in no rush to...
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Breaking Down (I)
I can’t stop crying as I run out of the diner. I can’t believe that Ethan turned out to be a dick, I was almost falling for him. I have nowhere to run; nowhere to stay. My life couldn’t possibly get any worse. I’ve always been c...
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Breaking Down (II)
I get into the back seat of the man’s car which smells like fresh leather. He starts driving again and constantly looks at me through his mirror. “You’re a sexy girl, you know that?” He compliments. “Yes, I do. Otherwise y...
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The Predator
I drove up to the shady-looking man, the man that filled me with hope and promise. I scratched my face, opening another one of the many wounds I’ve gained over the years from the predator. The predator took my looks, my husband, my job, and my mo...
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Putting Out (I)
The 30 year old’s body made up for his face. Though I didn’t see much of it considering my eyes were closed most of the time. I had to hold back the tears, because I knew then, that there was no turning back. I unconsciously wake up at 5:00...
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Putting Out (II)
“Of course, Miss Cole,” Brother Matthew said, “but you will take the test after.” I nodded my head to get out as quickly as possible. Confession is somewhere I haven’t been to in a while. The last time I went I was asking ...
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Putting Out (III)
“Ready to take that test?” Brother Matthew asks. “I was going to ask you about that,” I say normally, then remember I’ve got to be seducing. “What is it?” He asks so innocent. I walk to his desk and jump on top...
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Putting Out (IV)
I half expect him to push me off of him, but instead he kisses me back harder. I have no idea why, but I want him to use tongue, although I don’t like when people use tongue. There was only one person who ever used tongue and that was— I pu...
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Discovery (II)
“Bullshit. Do you remember what you told me yesterday?” I remind him. He looks confused, then I see in his blue eyes that he remembers the events which caused this. How could he possibly forget? “That doesn’t mean I still don...
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Trust (I)
Ethan and I didn’t talk much during school after that. We weren’t avoiding each other, we just knew we needed our own space. After Ethan admitted to caring for me, my look on him starts changing. I don’t know why, but I feel a little ...
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Trust (II)
After school, I look for Ethan. I see him walking out of Confession. “Ethan!” I shout trying grab his attention. He looks surprised to see me. “What are you doing here?” He asks. “I should ask you the same question,”...