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I pull on a blouse and a small mini skirt in a hurry, in hopes that the client didn't come before I was completely finished. I hated what I've become and I definitely hated what Kevin forced me into. I never thought that I'll be doing this for a living.
Tears fall out my eyes as I promised I wouldn't be like this. Like her. My aunt. But I guess promises are suppose to be broken.
I whipped the trails of tears as I heard Kevin yell at me from downstairs.
"Kylie your client is here." He yelled and startled me a bit. I still haven't gotten used to the yelling.
"Whatever, send the pervert up." I retorted while I rolled my eyes.
"Lose the attitude. NOW!" His deep voice yelled.
Within a couple of seconds the old man walked in.
He was maybe in his late fifties with a big gut that stood out like a sore thumb. His clothes were rags on top of rags, I gulp down the bile vomit that wanted to show it's head.
That bastard of a step-dad always picks that ugly dead beet ones. He makes it worst for me. It'd always made me sick to my stomach.
How could they do this with granddaughters the same age as me?
I came back to reality and realized the guy stood in front of me. Up close his hair was brown, he was caucasian. He reminded me of them perverts I used to watch on Tv when I was younger, now I get paid for having sex with them.
“So how would you like it?” I asked, trying to bite back the bile rising in the back of my throat.
“I don’t know. You're the whore aren't you.” The man said, his erection already springing as I began to pull down my blouse.
I hold back the anger as I listen to his assaults.
I’d usually lift it over my head, but I found guys seem to like it better when you pulled it down your legs. It was disgusting. He quickly put on a condom; at least I wouldn’t have to force him to wear one. Every other guy seemed to think they could convince me to go bare.
I rolled my eyes and grumbled, “Fine, move over.”
I shouldn’t be so rude, but every time my stepdad forced me to do this, in order to pay the rent, he claimed, it sickened me. He certainly always found money to buy alcohol. Some men would get offended by the way I acted, and then demand their money back, which was always paid up front to my father. Others would be excited by it, and be willing to tip.
This particular guy seemed new to this, so it was highly unlikely he would cause trouble. If he did, my stepdad would pull out his gun and force the man to leave. Then he would make me pay, regardless of if it was my fault or not.
I didn''t do anything sexually when I had finally gotten the rest of my clothes off.
The first few times, I might have tried to wiggle and impress, but that was before I knew the truth. It didn’t matter to these guys what I did, or if it did matter, it wouldn’t make a difference in the end. They still got sex; my stepdad still got his money.
I laid on the bed next to the man, spreading my legs open, letting see me completely. The man started getting up to his knees, he moved around to my front, ready to enter me. I turned my head and looked up at the white filthy ceiling.
“Your name is Kylie, right?” he asked, whiskey was on his breath, it wafted over me.
I closed my eyes and lifted my chin away from his just a bit. After a moment, he sighed. This didn’t stop him from continuing though. My body shook as he pushed in and out. I ignored the feelings of his large hairy body pressed against me. I ignored the sounds of his panting and breathing. I ignored everything.
I was numb.
He occasionally grabbed at my breasts, squeezing or pinching them. I had learned a long time ago not to make a single sound when they did this other than to moan, even if it hurt. This only encouraged them to be harder and rougher.
His lips sloppily worked over my body and cheek. He made to try to put his mouth on mine, I turned my chin higher when he got close, he eventually gave up.
I knew what he was doing. He was trying to get a response out of me. Every guy, even if they were just paying for sex, saw themselves as an Adonis. They always thought they could bring a girl to climax just with the force of their manliness. They wanted me to moan; they wanted me to squirm. I did nothing. It was the only small victory I could give myself.
Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t be happy with it. Maybe they would go to someone else, if I just acted poorly enough. They would tell their friends, and I would have less customers. That never seemed to be the case though.
He finally gave up after a bit, flopping up and down on me a few more times before he was finally done.
He pulled out and got up, letting out a few more breaths. I remained in silent. I knew it bothered him; I wanted to make him uncomfortable. After a few more moments he pulled the condom off and threw it in a nearby trashcan. He dressed in silence while I sat quietly on the bed. I had closed my legs and pulled the blanket over myself.
No reason to give him a show.
He hastily fled the room as I gave him my best death glare, sending him on his way.
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I got myself cleaned up for the day ahead. I hadn't been at school for a week, so I decided to actually go and get myself an education.
As I finished doing my makeup and started for the door, I walked downstairs into the living room my step dad was standing. The way he stood made it impossible to leave that way, he didn't want me leaving.
"Ms. Kylie, where do you think you're going?" He spoke curiously yet grumpy.
"You know school where kids go to learn and get an education dick." I responded barely audible, ready to leave.
"Hey! Watch that mouth of yours. Now go to school and you better be back right after school. You have more clients." He demanded.
"Yeah whatever." I said. I pushed pass him and out the door.
When I was outside I ran as fast as I could to school. I didn't want Curtis having a reason to change his mind and coming after me.
School was my only escape.
If my mom was here with us she'd throw him out on the streets and protect me.
I missed her so much.
I remember the day she died as clear as day. I had insisted on going to the play on a rainy and stormy night we stopped at a red light. Like any other normal person should. The wind blew and gave us a hard time. It was about to storm.
We heard a car honk, incessantly honking. We had no idea which direction it came, the fog to thick to see anything from far. I remember the terror in my moms' eyes and the screams that came out of my little self.
I remember we were hit from the side, flipping us into a small ditch on the were we were. Everything just went black and I woke up in a hospital disoriented.
I came out of my memory and rushed into the school, the hallways were empty and it was quiet. Unnormally quiet. I ignores the quietness and continue on my way to my locker.
Inside my locker chilled my body and made me groan in irritation. Papers were scattered everywhere and it looked like a tornado came through there. I was a little on the OCD side, and seeing this made my insides jump.
It was disgusting.
Authors note:
This is just a short prologue tell me what you guys think of it comments and votes are encouraged