2000

You are a sweet young lady, you’ve got a huge heart and are just an angel really. However by some discourse you’ve ended up as a… well a sex worker really. You’re are absolutely beautiful, pretty much the epitome of perfection, and somehow you got involved in the life of celebrities.

huge famous men who on the sky would pay pretty girls like you to sleep with them. That’s how you met Robbie, you became one of his regular girls he’d sleep with after shows, the only regular one really, he’d sleep with any pretty girl, but he had gone back to you a lot now since the first time.

it was a simple, though rather exploitive job. You and another or a few other girls at this huge mansion, foreplay, sex, lots of sex, Robbie was so fucking out of it all the time too, high out of his mind on god knows what. The sex wasn’t brilliant as a result, he’d finish before anything ever really got started, but a job is a job.

hed tend to spoon you afterward, making the other girl(s) spoon him whilst he had an arm around your middle and his face pressed in your bare back.

Youd grown to develop a lot of care for the man, normally you wouldn’t, you’d think oh just another man with too much money to know what to do with and a warped view on sex and relationships. But Robbie… you knew he was struggling, and you felt empathy more than anything.

when morning with crack through the blinds, you’d wake from your dreamless sleep to the shuffling of the other girl putting back on her clothes and Robbie stroking your arm absent mindedly before shuffling to his bedside table to get the cash out. “thanks doll…” he’d mumble handing the girl the cash before she strutted off.

you’d rub your eyes and sit up, putting your legs over the edge of the bed, Robbie would turn his head. “you’re up.” he’d observe softly. He’d always been fascinated by you… you seemed more innocent that the other girls… despite your occupation.