Fun Time

Prologue

THE teenager pulled her bright pink Hello Kitty jacket closer to her shivering body as she paced around the gas station.

It was dark and there hadn't been any customers that night, looking around the abandoned gas station she sighed and gave up. It was to cold for anyone to be out any way and by now it was 12:00 pm on a Sunday. It had shocked her when she found out just how many of her clientele went to church every Sunday, yet still came to her each night.

Her short spiky hair didn't help keep her warm and she closed her eyes wishing she hadn't cut it, but it had been for the best, her long hair had been just another way they could hurt her while she worked and though she pleased for a job she wouldn't tolerate sicko's who wanted to see her in pain. And trust me, there where a lot out there.

Since she saw no potential customers, only the gangly pubescent  gas station employee who had always hit on her but, as she had learned the hard way, was broke, she decided she could pull her precariously short skirt down a little, man, fish-net tights where not warm. 

Leaning against the handicapped parking sign she light a cigarette and looked around, as she was only 17 she wasn't legally allowed to smoke, but the gas station employee and her had made a 'trade off'.

Taking a quick puff she saw a tan mini-van pull up and a family get out, she winked at the father and he glared. She giggled to herself as he helped his kids out of the back seat and she remembered being in that very back seat, 'doing it'.

Yes he was one of her customers and she enjoyed being able to hold loving children and a wife above his head. She hadn't know he was married during their first encounter, and there had been many more before she found out. But she still went to him. She knew it was bad and that she should of ended it immediately after she found out, especially since he had a daughter that was her age. But it is a harsh world and beggars can't be choosers.

Looking around again she saw a cop car and dropped her cigarette, crushing it with her heel she turned and began to walk the other way. She would admit that she had had some clients that where cops, but those where during desperate times only, when a hand job meant not going to juvie, and she had never liked it. When she was little she had trusted cops, its only when they set you free after a quicky that you truly see how corrupt things can be.

Walking away from the gas station the wind picked up and her tiny skirt lifted up, showing off her black underwear to whoever cared to see. She blushed and began to pull it down when a pair of headlights caught her and a honk caused her to jump. Looking at the red truck that pulled up to her she pasted on a cocky grin and walked towards the window that was slowly being rolled down.

Her raspy voice caught even her off guard as she leaned into the truck and whispered.

"You looking for a fun time?"

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So...

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