"Now you just relax and get comfortable so Mommy can take good care of you…" a young vixen cooed to a dark figure in the shadows.
In a dingy, broke-down roach motel, 50 miles from the heart of Charlotte, North Carolina, 17-year-old Anastacia Flores seductively walked towards the figure, who revealed himself in the blinking neon lights of the city as a red-necked middle-aged businessman.
From the hungry look in his eyes, it seemed like there was nothing else he'd rather do…than spend one night with one of the sexiest and most desirable prostitutes in Lincoln County.
There was no doubt that her sexiness was getting her far in the game.
Her Spanish and Russian ancestry did wonders for her looks. Her long dark hair created a unique contrast against her smooth olive skin, and her forest green eyes made her even the more exotic. Her body, although small and somewhat lanky, was accentuated by full C-cup breasts, which made most men disregard her skinny figure.
The desperate man made his way over to sit on the edge of the bed.
Instantly, Ana straddled the man's lap, planting soft kisses from the top of his bald head to his nose, using a little of the 'girlfriend' type of foreplay to get him in the mood.
And from the feel of the hardness in between his legs, it was working. The man's hands hungrily groped all over her small, vulnerable body. Smoothly, his hands caressed her shoulders and her arms…
And then suddenly, his hands firmly gripped her wrists. She wasn't even given a chance to struggle out of his grasp. In a quick maneuver, he had both of the girl's arms tied behind her back. Then, from his back pocket, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
This man was being anything but kinky.
He was an undercover cop.
She was busted.
"Anastacia Flores. We've been lookin' fer you for months. I'm puttin' you under arrest for prostitution. You have the right to remain silent…"
The young girl could do nothing but helplessly lie there, facedown—on the bed she was hoping to have sex on—with her hands cuffed behind her back.
She had been caught again. But this wasn't the first time she had a run-in with the law. Five months before, a warrant was sent out for her arrest for trafficking drugs to and from Charlotte.
And now that five-o finally caught up with her ass, she was in for some big trouble.
If she could, Ana would bury her face in her hands. There was no way she could escape. A small tear slipped from her eyes as she heard that dirty cop brag to his co-worker about how he got to feel up on a girl and catch a dirty whore all on the same night.
When she heard him call her a dirty whore, her tears came down even harder, like the rain. There was no doubt that she was at her all-time low.
But her life wasn't always like that.
Born into a life of wealth and privilege, Ana was destined for a bright future. But after her parents' brutal divorce and the death of her only brother, she ran away from home, and began starting life on her own. With her pretty face and her over-grown body, Ana quickly fell into the fast lane.
Unfortunately, for her, she knew now that her life in the fast lane had come to a screeching halt.
"We the jury find the defendant guilty of Count One- underaged drug trafficking, and Count Two-child prostitution."
A devastated sob came from the pews of the courtroom. Both of her parents had finally found her, but sadly, as quickly as they had found her, they would lose her again.
When the verdict was read, it was only a matter of time before Ana predicted going straight to jail. Despite the bad-girl attitude, Ana knew she couldn't last one second in jail. After all, she was—in a way—a princess. One day without her makeup would not do.
So, when it came time for her sentencing, Ana crossed her handcuffed fingers and hoped that she wouldn't get tried as an adult and sent to jail.
"Ms. Flores, do you have anything to say before I decide your sentence?"
This was her cue to put on the most heart-wrenching, tear-jerking performance of her life. And there was no way that she was going to pass this up.
"Your Honor, all I would like to say is: I've been through so much in my life, and I'm very sorry for my actions. Please have mercy," she softly said, allowing crocodile tears to streak her baby face.
Her puppy dog eyes have never failed her, and she was certain that she would at the most get off scott-free with community service.
After a few minutes, the judge came back from his quarters to deliver his sentence.
Ana stood with her court-appointed lawyers and braced herself for the sentence, sliently praying.
"Anastacia Flores, I hereby sentence you to…"
Community service… community service…community service…
"…one year in a maximum security reform boot camp for young teens. If you, the convictee, refuses to comply with this sentence, or does not successfully complete the program, you will be automatically sentenced to the duration of that year in prison. Maybe, then you can truly be 'very sorry' for your actions.'," the judge stated, sternly mocking her.
WHAT?! Either this or prison?! You gotta be kidding me!
She couldn't believe it, but she couldn't escape it…
She was going to boot camp, whether she liked it or not.