If you could call this life living.
Billy sat on the bed smoking his cigarette as he watched his latest client zip up his trousers put on his shoes and walk out the room.
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Turning Tricks.
Colin could not believe how bad his life is now.
Wake up call.
Scott has been waiting for this day for many many months.
Daisy Breaks Free – Wendy’s RFK continues…
Daisy slowly left the bathroom after finishing touching up her heavy, sexy make up, and, even though she had wanted very badly to put on the large, loose fitting bathrobe hanging on the shower wall, as usual, she just couldn’t bring herself to put on anything if it didn’t fit her punk rock porn star look. She couldn’t find any of her clothes from last night (she reminded herself to try not to think about last night, just think about the plan! It had worked for almost two weeks, something went wrong yesterday, but that could have been a fluke!) so she was wearing only a tiny, floss thin black G string, the strap running up her firm, round ass cheeks and buried between them until it connected with the tiny black triangle printed with small pink flowers that barely covered her pussy. Daisy hated the things, but they were the kind that her boyfriend had said turned him on, so she almost always wore them, at least when she was able to get herself to wear any panties at all.
Time to get to work.
Samuel was a long distance lorry driver travelling from one end of the country to the other.
Paid With Interest
Dave’s fingers trembled as she slowly unbuttoned her dress. She had been a fool to think she could continue to borrow money from Big Al without bad consequences. Now she would be working off that debt for years. Al lay on the bed watching her. From the bulge in his trousers, it was plane to see were the Big part of his name came from. “Cheer up Dave. I’m only making you do this on weekends and not all the time. Why at 8 to 10 tricks every Saturday and at $100 a trick, you’ll have paid off your debt in only two years or so. Just remember to get here early on Fridays so we can get you changed and ready because Friday is when you pay your interest to me”.
35 and still working it
James tired and weary from another night walking the street sat down on the bench to rest his weary feet and lit up a cigarette.
It can’t be happening.
Carl screamed out in terror when he looked down at the body he was now inhabiting still not believing it was possible for somebody to steal your body and leave you in theirs wishing he had not picked up that prostitute for a bit of cheap meaningless sex if he knew she was going to do this to him he would have gone home to his wife and children.