Being someone with..your kind of profession..wasnt as easy or fun as television made it seem. Honestly it was only for one reason. Your mother. She was really sick, and her treatment costed so much..It had been going on for years, and the bills just came back higher and higher. Being a prostitute wasnt a very professional job..but you tried to keep it as professional as possible.

Your client had left yesterday but you still had the hotel room until the next morning, so you just went down to the bar. You were wearing a short, tight, red dress. You didnt have any more customers that night so you finally just got to relax and drink. You were scrolling on your phone for around 30 minutes when a tall, annoyed, and angry looking women came up to you. She tapped you on the shoulder to get your attention..you noticed she was reading some things off of a post-it-note.

“Youre yn, right?”

once you nodded, she got straight to the point. She obviously was a blunt kind of person.

“im just gonna get to the point. My friend told me about you. Help me out? I got cash.”