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services. Anyway, once I touch his sweaty arm he surely is ready to get me into his Camino.
    “Get on in here,” is all he says to me, as I open his rickety door and sit down on the coffee-stained seat.
    He decides to drive a couple of miles down the road to the cheapest motel on this side of town. Even though it’s only a short distance to the motel, it feels like an eternity. Every time I look over at him, hisbeady eyes are focused on me. Of course, I try to keep his attention by occasionally touching his leg or giving him a flirtatious wink, but honestly, his gaze makes me feel a bit sick.
    The Sunny Days Motel isn’t charming in any way. It looks more like a roach hotel. I don’t even know how it stays open, because there are always vacancies – there are never more than three cars in the lot. The rooms always smell like mildew and the beds are very old and worn out. None of this matters to me though; it’s not like I’m going on a summer vacation. I will go in, do what needs to be done and hopefully leave within the hour. I only give my customers an hour, unless they are paying me very well.
    After he parks his car, I get out and wait for him to return with the key. Ten minutes seem to pass until I see him walking towards me. In those ten minutes I have been able to smoke a couple of cigarettes and touch up my makeup. I only started smoking a few weeks ago. I realised that it helps calm my nerves, because even though I appearserene and collected on the outside, I am truly full of anxiety.
    As he gets closer to me, I am able to see the grin on his face. He is like a kid in a candy shop, anticipating the moment he will get his goodies. I walk towards him a bit, smiling and once again giving him a flirtatious wink.
    “All set, sexy?” I ask, getting even closer to his sweaty body and putting my fingers through his hair.
    Not a word escapes his mouth, but his body language says it all. He flashes the room key and then walks a few steps down to room number eight. I stand back only a little and rub his back as he wiggles the key to open the door.
    Once the room is revealed, my stomach turns. I walk in behind him, take off my heels and close the door. He quickly sits on the bed and stares directly at me with the most sickening look upon his face. I hope the next hour passes quickly – yuck.
    It took me an hour and a half to get back to Benz Street. He ended up dropping me off two blocks away, and why wouldn’t he, considering he’d got what he wanted, right? Like I said before, I don’t expect any of my customers to respect me. Anyway, once I make it back to my post there is only one girl left on the block. Two in the morning is the witching hour out here. You never know if work will pick up or stay at a standstill. I don’t mind waiting a while to be picked up again though – I need time to rejuvenate.
    The man who picked me up earlier was pretty gross, but at least he wasn’t asking for anything out of the ordinary. I managed to weasel thirty bucks out of him, so even if I don’t come across more work tonight, at least I will have enough cash to check into a roach motel for a quick shower tomorrow. Or maybe grab a bite to eat.
    Every night I manage to stick to one major rule in the hope of keeping myself reasonably safe. Some girls out here don’t have any self-appointed guidelines, which I think is crazy. They all tell me that keepingany restrictions on what I am willing to do will make me lose money in the end. I don’t care though, I’d rather be safe – protection is always needed. One day I am getting out of here, and I don’t want to go into the real world with some sort of STD or a kid in tow.
    Most nights, Benz Street is full of ruckus. Often the noise comes from a group of guys standing across the street drinking liquor and fooling around or fighting. Occasionally I get pestered by an addict of some sort, or the homeless, asking me for money. But tonight it is very quiet.
    I will be out here for