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want to talk and laugh with him.
    Just the idea makes me happy and angry at the same time.
    “I would’ve stayed. Better to fuck him than fuck some random client , don’t you think?”
    I turn to her. She has a point. The problem with that thinking though is I like him. I want him for more than a client. But I can’t tell her that. Instead I say, “No, I don’t fucking think so. Otherwise I would’ve stayed.” A part of me wants to kick myself. I should’ve stayed. But it’s too late for second-guessing my decisions. No sense dwelling on it.
    I light up another cigarette.
    “So what are you going to do now?” Jessica pats my knee.
    I sigh and stand. “I guess get my ass back to work.”

 
     
    Chapter 6
     
    I’m wearing a short black mini, my red platforms and a red spaghetti strap top. My hair is up in a high ponytail and I’ve got an inch of makeup on. I don’t look half bad. Jessica is wearing pleather hot pants, black heels, and a white halter. She straightened her blond hair and lined her blue eyes in glittery blue-blue eye shadow.
    We’re across the street from the TCL Chinese Theater. It’s lit up, old and beautiful, except for the scaffolding surrounding part of it. The city is refurbishing the building, turning it into a giant movie theater.
    That’s life though.
    Everything changes.
    Jessica and I are in front of a tattoo parlor. There are papers scattered all over the sidewalk. People amble by, some whistle, some ask how much, but my heart isn’t in it.
    Jessica takes off with a client and I’m left alone.
    I cross the street and walk over to Marilyn Monroe’s shoe prints, permanently engraved in the concrete. My feet are bigger than hers. Marilyn had tiny feet.
    “Hey, you selling?” Someone asks.
    I turn around. There ’s a tall young man, early twenties, dark hair and darker eyes. He’s standing in front of me. Watching me. His features heavy with lust. It’s obvious what he wants.
    “How much?” he asks, moving closer.
    I grit my teeth, steel myself. “Depends on what you want.”
    He whistles low. “I want to fuck, whore. What’s that gonna cost?”
    “Fifty bucks,” I say, wishing I could be anywhere but here.
    “Sold,” he says and grabs me by the arm. I walk with him to his car. Once he’s shut the door and is sitting in the driver’s seat , he turns to me. “I’ve got a room down the street.”
    “That’s fine,” I say, touching his thigh, pretending I’m so excited to be with him.
    As soon as he closes the door to the room, I open my mouth. He needs to pay me first. And I want to tell him my rules. Before I can, the asshole pushes my on the bed and lifts my skirt. I’m wearing a black thong. He pushes it to the side.
    “Condom ,” I say trying to turn out of his grasp. I have my rules for a reason.
    “With pleasure. I certainly don’t want to catch anything.” I hear a wrapper tear. Seconds later he slams into me. His dick isn’t very big, thankfully.
    I bury my face in the disgusting smelling comforter, grinding my teeth together. He goes for a long while but I finally feel his body tense.
    Soon , I think and let out a moan, hoping that’ll hurry the dirty business along.
    He has his orgasm. Pulls out and pushes down my skirt.
    “Thanks , whore.” I hear his pants zip. Then he grabs my wrists, puts them behind my back and cuffs me.
    “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to get a handle on what game he’s playing.
    “You’re under arrest, whore. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
    “What? Is this some kind of game? I don’t mind playing, but I need to know what’s going on. I need to know the rules.” Shock racks my body. My arms hurt.
    “This is no game. You are under arrest. And if you say anything about what just happened in here, I’ll make sure you don’t live to see another fucking day. Understood?”
    “Yes,” I say, fighting back angry tears.
    “Good.”