Sex Club

Chapter 1

I walked into the coffee shop and immediately got enveloped in the sweet smell of donuts and coffee. I needed some caffeine to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to do tonight.

I lost my job a few months ago. I was fired from my boss who also happened to be my ex-boyfriend Nick's mother. She didn't take our breakup well and wanted me out and so here I was, surviving off of a shitty job.

I had a long day ahead of me. I waitressed at a local bar until I could find a better job. I needed this money badly. I was deeply in debt, had rent and all sorts of bills to pay and no one to help me.

I used to live with Nick but I obviously had to move out when we broke up. I had no family or friends living here either.

I really was all alone and slowly going insane with the stress catching up to me. I could feel a headache coming on at the sounds of children screaming behind me. I clutched my head in pain as I made my way up to the cashier. I ordered a large black coffee and a tea biscuit and just as I was about to pay, an arm slid past me handing the cashier money.

I looked up in surprise to find a man towering over me. He didn't look at me, even when I spoke out a meek little thank you. He simply walked away leaving me in a daze. He looked a little familiar but I couldn't quite place my foot on where I've seen him before.

I didn't really care, I just wished we could have talked more. He was attractive to say the least and it was rare that an attractive guy like that paid me any attention, let alone paid for my coffee. But it just seemed to be a nice gesture, nothing more because he didn't even spare me a glance. I was a little disappointed as I made my way over to a table and sat down.

I was horrible with men anyways so it's not like I'd have won him over. I was a little boring and shy when I first met people. Nick always told me I was too boring for him. I didn't know why he even put up with me for so long if he hated how I was so much. I didn't know why I put up with his shit either. Maybe because I had no one else and I needed a place to stay and a good place to work.

Maybe it was because I thought I'd never find anyone else because of my lack of social skills. I had nothing in common with him. I had always known him from high school and he had asked me out once. The date went horribly for me but I had still decided to stay with him just because he was familiar to me.

He had wanted sex on the first date. I wasn't up for it and he got a little annoyed but ended up letting it go in the end. We ended up dating for a year before things got really rough between us. I tried to make it work but he ended it, claiming I was the worst girlfriend he's ever had.

I was upset for weeks after, not for him, but at myself for being stupid enough to stay with him for so long. I moved to a completely different city for him and left my old job to work under his mom.

I know, it wasn't my brightest moments. I thought I was in love when I really wasn't. I just wanted to believe I was.

I quickly drank my coffee and left to do some grocery shopping before I hit my shift. I had to carefully calculate how much to spend because it was nearing the end of the month and I'd have to pay rent. I sighed, realizing I only had $20 left to spend. My fridge was completely empty and I really needed some food. I'd been living on cheap fast food for a while and I was starting to put on unwanted weight.

Tonight though, I hoped to change everything. My coworker, Sally, told me about this private underground prostitution business that paid a lot of money. They were highly selective of their prostitutes and it was hard getting in. At first when she suggested it to me, I was repulsed by the idea. I couldn't believe she was suggesting me to throw myself into prostitution.