Okay, here is my latest TMNT story. I will warn those of you who read this that it will be a bit controversial since it deals with forced prostitution and minors. That being said, the main female protagonist of this particular story is stuck between a rock and a hard place. Such as knowing she will be sold into prostitution by her sadistic uncle- despite the fact that she's a virgin.

And deciding to do something about it.

So- try not to hate me too much as I've been watching movies about this particular subject just so that I can lay bare some of the horrors that many kids who've fallen through the system suffer.

So, read the story. Review or don't. I don't care for once.

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Sometimes all you have are bad choices... But you still have to choose-

These were the words running through Sam's mind as she awkwardly walked down the dark streets of New Jersey in her borrowed outfit. A slightly nice black midriff jacket, slightly revealing scooped neck green shirt that her breasts almost fell out of, and a skirt so short that every time she took a step in her borrowed heels- she could feel the hem riding up more and more until she could almost swear to god that her ass was showing.

And as mortifying as that thought was... She couldn't turn back. Not now.

Not when turning back would cost her far more than tonight's experiences ever could.

And with only a few hours left opportunity wise, she simply couldn't afford to chicken out over something so stupid as mere modesty. Now if someone were to jump out of the shadows and put a gun to her head and tell her to go home- Well she might just have to go somewhere else to get this done. That was how determined she was to lose her virginity before her uncle returned home from work and finished setting his plans for her in motion.

Plans involving selling her as a prostitute to the highest bidder for the sole purpose of forcing her to endure any and every humiliation he could think of. Like finding out that he planned her first time to be an act of multiple rapes that would be video taped and sold as a porn movie wasn't horrifying enough.

But then she supposed that after the past ten years she shouldn't have been surprised to find all his plans for her, out. After all, she had always known that her uncle was a sick, sick man with a sadistic streak a mile deep. She had just never imagined that he hated her so much that he would do such a thing to her. After all, he may have beaten her senseless a few dozen times, and may have even choked her until she lost consciousness, and even starved her a few times after tossing her down the stairs at home.

But he had never given any indication that he was quite this sick in the head.

And with everything going down before her eighteenth birthday, she had no way to escape her fate. Running away never worked out well for her before since he always had his cop friends drag her back home. Going to the police was pointless. Since he had friends in just about every precinct imaginable. Asking someone to put in an anon tip to child services was pointless since the last time it had happened, her uncle had dragged her out of bed at three in the morning and thrown her in the car and drove them both down to the docks where the person who had put in the call on her behalf had been brought- and there he'd forced her to watch him kill said person.

She'd been eleven. And the person laying dead once her uncle had finished with them, had been the first real friend she had ever had. Markus Anderson. He'd been sixteen and too stupidly trusting.

After that she had stopped trying to reach out for help since it never did anything but come back to bite her in the ass.

Nearing the area she had scoped out a week or so ago, an area rich in night life ranging from exotic dancing to dance clubs. She had picked the semi neatest place to go to pose as a hooker. It was a two story brick hotel where a lot of girls brought their clients to do... Her lips curled back from her teeth in disgust as she thought, Stuff... The hotel was where the hookers in the area came with clients to do stuff.

Disgusting, disturbing, intimidating stuff that she never, never, never wanted any part of.

She could feel the familiar need to start hyperventilating and crying, swelling up inside of her. Overwhelming her for a moment. Making her want to drop to her knees on the sidewalk and scream until her throat was so raw that it bled. However instead of giving into her fear like she wished too- she instead pulled out a small compact mirror and flipped it open and studied herself with a critical eye.

After all if she was going to pull this off she needed to look the part, right?

Her long brown hair had been combed and partially pulled back by a hair barrette, leaving the rest of her hair to curl this way and that at the tips. Her makeup had been done well enough to make her look more mature than her seventeen years- highlighting and emphasizing her lips, cheek bones and the emerald of her eyes. And her outfit, while nice enough, also accomplished making her look easy. Which is what she had been going for.

As it was she was now half a block away from her destination and she already felt like she was walking the gauntlet. There had already been some cat calls from some hoods hanging around outside of a liquor store that she had just passed. And there were a couple of guys that had passed her not even two minutes ago wearing rumpled business suits with lipstick on their collars and they had looked at her with more than just lust in their eyes.

They had looked at her in a way that made her skin crawl.

So yeah, no matter how much money they offered- she wasn't interested.

She kept walking until she reached her destination and hung back for a moment, wondering if the woman that hooked some of the more independent girls in the area up with work, was here when she saw the red head step out of a hotel room counting some crumpled bills in her hands and a lit cigarette in her mouth. "Um... Excuse me miss!" Sam called out nervously and almost turned and ran when the woman's head snapped in her direction and she looked at her.

The woman in question was well known in the area as a former child prostitute who's pimp had been killed by police when she had been sixteen. Leaving her on her own to make her way in the world. And though she looked rather harsh to people who didn't know her, Patricia Gomez was actually a decent person.

Well, as decent as a lady in her line of work could be.

Pat scrutinized the kid for several seconds as she took a drag on her smoke and then blew it out after a moment or so then asked, "What you want kid?" There was a little bit of a bite to her tone, perhaps more than she intended if the kid's flinch was anything to go by.

"Tonight's my first night in this line of work and I was wondering if you could maybe help me?" The kid said as she nervously made her way closer to Pat who's dark brown eyes softened a bit in sympathy.

Whoever this girl was she wasn't the typical whore. And if it was really her first night on the job then that could mean any number of things.

"You have sex before?" Pat asked. The kid nodded her head. "What about STD's? You carrying?" The kid shook her head no. "Pregnant?"

"No."

"Okay then, what exactly do you need help with?"

"Well, I've had sex once or twice with boyfriends, but present circumstances have forced me to come here for the purpose of selling myself." Sam said, trying to give as little info as possible.

"What are the circumstances?"

"My parents died last week and I need the money to pay bills and such."

"Damn kid that sucks."

"Yeah..."

"Alright girly, as it turns out I have four friends coming over this way in the next forty five minutes or so. Their nice guys and they pay well. So you don't need to worry about being in a bad situation. If you do good with them then you can make close to seven thousand or more in one go."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay set it up."