The A Team//Phan

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I see the car pull up. The guy rolls down his window. We talk a bit before I get in the car. This time I'm lucky. He looked about 25 which was much better than the 60 year olds that I usually get. I made sure to wear my black lace lingerie and ripped up fishnets. I breath out and watch the white smoke travel up and touch the stars. I hated this. I truly did. But, it's all I had, and I'm fine with that. I get in on the passenger side. I fasten my seatbelt. "Which hotel is it again?" I ask. I'm so tired. I had to finish an essay last night so I didn't get any sleep. "Oakwood" he said grimly. Okay at least it's a nicer hotel. I look at myself in the rear view mirror. My brown hair was a bit matted and my eyeliner was slightly smudged. We drove off. I just hoped it would be over soon.

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About two hours later he drives me back. At least he didn't murder me, I joke to myself. It was exhausting but every night is. I check the mirror and see that the eyeliner ran down my cheeks a bit. He was nicer than most. He was a bit more caring and he tipped me a twenty dollar bill. We soon arrived at my street. I thanked him and got out. But as soon as he drives away, I notice a boy was watching me