Being a lady of the night was a difficult job. Eighter you get no customers for the whole night, which results in no pay and little sleep, or you get an idiot prick who thinks he's the chosen one and tries to keep your forever... or you get kidnapped and murdered.

Thank god that hasn't happened to you yet. But there is one thing- one person who makes one night a definitive score.

Trevor fucking Philips.

"Honey bunches! Jump in the car we're going to my trailer! 100$ right?"

He shouts happily as if he's some kind of special lover... the guy single handedly supports the hooker industry so hey, one can’t be too mad at him. You've had a bunch of encounters with him, and you knew the guy had issues. Issues you mended inch by inch, night by night. It was a beautiful fantasy to live in. Thinking that someone loved you.

After the whole ordeal was over, you sighed, sirting up in bed. Time to move on.

"No..."

He mumbled, grabbing your waist and pulling you back down.

"Just a little while longer... don't go back to the road sugarshine..."

You sighed and opened your mouth to protest, but he slapped a 50$ on your hand.

"Just pretend for a little longer..."