Author's Note: I originally posted this on Quotev, but decided to polish it a bit and post it here as well. This is my first fan fic on this site, so I hope things go well! Please, enjoy and review if you can.
Ever since I got into this line of work, I began to question humanity. We manage to create such wonderful traditions, like marriage, but we actively look to rip apart the families brought together with war.
Perhaps if we had the resolve of the giant clan or the unity of the fairies I wouldn't have to sell myself for a meal. I wouldn't have to deal with the ugly bastard that stood before me.
"Come on, work with me here. I don't get paid 'till the end of the week. I'll even pay double sweetheart."
His breath was always the worst thing imaginable, and the dry heat made it even worse. The only thing keeping me up was the cool stone wall behind me. My bare arms and lower back stuck to it through the sweat. Brittania could have the most brutal summers.
"Sorry Hun, but a girl's gotta eat" I sighed. I turned my face away from him while he continued to plead. It was partially to dull the stench of alcohol he was soaking in, and partially to look for a way out of this mess.
Customers like him were always such a pain to deal with. They haggled away the money their families needed, drinking some of it or spending it on whores like me.
"Don't be like that! I work so hard; don't I deserve a small treat?" He began to tug at the waist of my shorts with his fat fingers. He toyed with the brass zipper in an attempt to be sexy. It didn't work.
My head was still turned away from him, towards the street. The alley way we were in wasn't very remote, in fact, if he decided to pull some crap any passing stranger would notice. Of course, no one would stop it. We humans aren't a race that likes to acknowledge the terrible.
"Get your finger off my crotch" I hissed. I heard the sound of horses approaching and with it a cart. Finally. Their hooves struck against the pavement, steadily closing in on the block we were on. They were less than a minute away.
"What are ya, on your period or somethin'?" The guy just didn't know when to quit. I felt him drunkenly try to pin me against the wall, his rough hands attempting to press my shoulders back. He was too out of it to even manage that. I stood my ground, waiting for the right moment to make my escape.
As soon as the horses came into view I ducked out of his grasp, running under his arms and towards the passing horses. They had been pulling what seemed to be a supply cart, barrels of booze and other goods in the back.
"Where you goin' sweetheart?!" The man stumbled out of the alley, his stubby legs working twice as hard as mine in attempt to catch me. I sprinted and hopped onto the back of the cart, neither the horses nor the driver noticing my sudden appearance.
Once I steadied myself I sat down on a wooden box, the sad and lonely man watching me get away with a look of desperation and greed.
He wanted more than just sex that day.