April - From Teen To Street Hooker : Part 19
Chapter 6 - Turning Tricks
We drive back, I get out. Back on my patch. Picked up again. This one wants a straight fuck, he pays...we drive...I get fucked...we drive back. Same thing again...another fuck...another car...paid...then laid...back... then take a break.
Martika's just got back. Likewise Jessica. There's finger's pointing between both of them....heated words.... sounds like they're arguing over me.
"Bitch, why you lettin' Martika here treat you like shit? Girl, have some fuckin' dignity. Why you being pimped? Fuckin' idiot! She's ripping you off!"
"Don't care, boo. She's my owner. She gets the money that I make for her. For her. Don't give a shit, boo. It's none of your business anyway. She's my pimp, my owner. I do what the fuck that she wants me to do. I don't question. So, no more of this shit, ok?"
Jessica just shakes her head, points her fingers - cigarette between them - at me.
"You fuckin' crazy, girl.." she fumes, and walks away.
Emma, seeing what is happening, runs up to Martika and I..
"Fuck her, bitch. You keep doin' what you're doin' for Martika, right? She knows what's right for you. Ok? Jessica? She does fuck all business. She's just jealous. Listen to your friends. We got your back, bitch. Never forget that."
"C'mon, get out there and fuckin' sell yourself, bitch. Get with the programme...'"says Martika, getting us all back to the agenda on hand.
Selling cunt.
I saunter up to a guy on foot, reel off my prices and get him down the alleyway for a good fuck up against the wall. I like that. It takes my mind off of what's just happened.
That should be of no concern to me. I'm the 'business', remember? I'm here to make my owner some coin. That's all there is for it.
There's more cock....some time spent waiting for punters...some time chatting and smoking...all before just gone midnight, when I finish up with my punter and get driven back to my spot.
I count out the money, in front of Martika. Cigarette dangling from my lips as I do so.
"There....I've made £750, boo. All for you." I dutifully hand it over.
Martika smiles, places a hand on my shoulder.
"Good going, bitch. Let's go home..."
End Of Part 19
We drive back, I get out. Back on my patch. Picked up again. This one wants a straight fuck, he pays...we drive...I get fucked...we drive back. Same thing again...another fuck...another car...paid...then laid...back... then take a break.
Martika's just got back. Likewise Jessica. There's finger's pointing between both of them....heated words.... sounds like they're arguing over me.
"Bitch, why you lettin' Martika here treat you like shit? Girl, have some fuckin' dignity. Why you being pimped? Fuckin' idiot! She's ripping you off!"
"Don't care, boo. She's my owner. She gets the money that I make for her. For her. Don't give a shit, boo. It's none of your business anyway. She's my pimp, my owner. I do what the fuck that she wants me to do. I don't question. So, no more of this shit, ok?"
Jessica just shakes her head, points her fingers - cigarette between them - at me.
"You fuckin' crazy, girl.." she fumes, and walks away.
Emma, seeing what is happening, runs up to Martika and I..
"Fuck her, bitch. You keep doin' what you're doin' for Martika, right? She knows what's right for you. Ok? Jessica? She does fuck all business. She's just jealous. Listen to your friends. We got your back, bitch. Never forget that."
"C'mon, get out there and fuckin' sell yourself, bitch. Get with the programme...'"says Martika, getting us all back to the agenda on hand.
Selling cunt.
I saunter up to a guy on foot, reel off my prices and get him down the alleyway for a good fuck up against the wall. I like that. It takes my mind off of what's just happened.
That should be of no concern to me. I'm the 'business', remember? I'm here to make my owner some coin. That's all there is for it.
There's more cock....some time spent waiting for punters...some time chatting and smoking...all before just gone midnight, when I finish up with my punter and get driven back to my spot.
I count out the money, in front of Martika. Cigarette dangling from my lips as I do so.
"There....I've made £750, boo. All for you." I dutifully hand it over.
Martika smiles, places a hand on my shoulder.
"Good going, bitch. Let's go home..."
End Of Part 19
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