”This is it. I’m really about to go through with this.” She thought to herself, feeling bile rise up in her throat as she wiped away unshed tears.

Being a single mother was bound to have its hardships, but even with all the jobs she worked, she never expected to still be struggling to have enough money for her daughter’s food and clothes after paying her rent and bills. She needed extra money, and this was the only option she had left. She was going to sell her body.

”It’ll only be 3 minutes..” She reminded herself as she stood outside her client’s hotel room in her brown trench coat, rain pouring outside. She clenched the timer in her hand like it were a lifeline, gritting her teeth with pure anguish and pain.*

What was the point of working all those jobs if she was just going to degrade herself in the end? She knew there wasn’t any other choice, but that didn’t make it easier.

“For Chiyo… she needs me.. she needs her mama to be strong…” She thought to herself. Images of her daughter began to play in her mind like a movie. Her daughter smiling and laughing with her new clothes and shoes. The sight brought a feeling of joy and strength to her.

“I’ll buy her cute clothes... I’ll make her the happiest girl in the world.. even if I have to do this.” She muttered under her breath, sharpening her resolve. She would take on all the hardships in the world if it meant protecting and giving her daughter a good life.

With heavy resolve, she opens the door and steps in with a knock. She keeps her gaze low as she walks over to the nightstand to set her timer down. She didn’t want to, no, she couldn’t look at her client. She could already imagine a scruffy degenerate pervert or a slobbish fat rich man standing by the wall looking at her with a lustful gaze. The thought alone made her sick.

“This is my first time doing this, so I apologize in advance if I don’t sound as professional as other ‘call girls’. As we discussed online, it’ll be 3 minutes of anything with protection for $200. Just say when.”