Chapter 1: Working

It wasn't exactly cold outside, more like chilled. The time had to be close to midnight and so far it had been uneventful. This was usually how it worked, you have an excellent night one night then the next does nothing for you get all dressed up and reveal some skin only for you to feel undesirable as all the cars pass. I wasn't undesirable just having an off night, because that bitch Kikyo had taken my spot on fifth- street. Prowling the streets listening to your heels click sharply on the concrete could make anyone mad. The small breeze pulled some hairs free to brush across her face lightly. Seeing a car coming towards her she gave a lazy smile and swished her hips widely. This was Kagome Higurashi's life.

It all started a few years ago when her parents had died. They were on their way home from a weekend getaway. Her and her brother, Souta, had made a special dinner and even went out and got a welcome home cake. Time kept creeping by though and they never walked through the front door. Souta long ago fell asleep at the table waiting with his sister who grew more nervous by the minute. The house was silent except for the light snoring next to her and her gut kept telling her that something was wrong. She didn't know exactly what it was, but it was bad. The floor was cold on her feet as she stood from the chair and headed towards the phone only to be stopped by the knock on the door.

Her parents would have just walked right in. The door wasn't even locked with the excitement of them coming home. The second round of knocking had stirred Souta as he slowly sat up trying to relearn how to see. Knocking sounded on the door a third time only louder as Souta and Kagome stared at each other. Almost as if someone somewhere had pulled some strings, she began to move towards the now consistent knocking. The closer she got the more she noticed the red a blue lights flashing on the curtains of the living room window. The feeling in her gut grew heavier until it felt like her insides were in her feet. With a dry throat and nausea building within her she opened the door to come face to face with a couple of local officers. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Can I-I help-p you?" The voice that left her was not her usual bubbly loud confident self, but almost that of a small badly frightened child who had seen the boogey man in her closet.

"We are sorry about disturbing you at this late hour, but we have news about your parents. May we come in?" The small voice was gone and all she could do was nod her head and step to the side. Both of the officers passed the threshold and continued down the hall way headed toward the light that was glowing from the dining room. Souta had stayed sitting at the table and was staring at the cops with wide eyes. Sitting down next to him holding his hand I nodded to the cops signaling them to talk.

"Your parents were in a car accident. A semi driver had fallen asleep and strayed from his side of the road colliding with your parent's car. From there they went over the side and rolled down the hill." A sob broke from my throat and I could feel the tears of my brother hitting my hand. "We believe their death was quick. Since you Kagome are of age to care for your brother and your parents wanted it that way, you two are to stay here until you have somewhere else to go. If you two need anything at all, please do call me." In his out stretched hand was a card. A card with the name of Miroku on it and a number. I couldn't read his last name because of how terrible my vision was blurring from the tears that I refused to shed. Turning to look at my brother who upon meeting my eyes threw himself into my arms and together we cried. Crying so hard that we shook, even tending to scream every once in a while. The cops had just sat down at the other side waiting for us to finish. Which we did after several minutes with hoarse voices and red tear stained faces. Nothing but dread weighing us down.

"Hey sweetheart how much does it cost for you to lick my pole?" Cringing on the inside she stepped out into the street making her way to the car, strutting her stuff like a model would on the run way.

"Depends if you want me to be thirsty or to spit," Leaning on the cold metal of the door she slightly leaned into the car making her already lovely cleavage become so much more. Just like she wanted his eyes dropped and he smirked.

"I like my girls to be thirsty." His fingers played against the skin of her arm spreading goose bumps.

"Then that will cost you forty five bucks, and before you complain be reassured that I give blow jobs that will make your toes curl and your vision go white." His smile deepened as he patted the passenger seat. Walking her way around the car she made sure to move her ass from side to side in a teasing matter. Getting in she looked toward him and as he handed her the money he slowly drove off looking for a safe spot to do this dirty deed.

The funeral had been filled with friends and family all saying that they would be there to help them. Yet when she made the phone a few months later they all seemed to have excuses. No one was willing to spot her cash as she worked two jobs and went to school. All the money she made went to feeding them and to pay for Souta's schooling. The house was in foreclosure and she was building a huge debt with her own school. Once they were out on the street and everyone seemed to look the other way she dropped out of school. Soon her two jobs weren't enough seeing as they cut her hours and soon after words she was laid off then fired. While job hunting she was approached on the street by a man who had offered her 300 dollars to sleep with her saying that she was the best looking hooker that he had seen that night. As she was about to correct him and tell him politely to fuck off the 300 bucks popped into her brain and that was when good intentions went wrong. It was only supposed to be that once. Just enough money to get a cheap motel room for a couple of nights and some food for her brother who was working part time at gas station in a terrible neighborhood. But that one time turned into two, which turned to four, and soon she found herself to be a creature of the underworld and her brother not too far behind.

A loud grunt and a warm liquid filled her mouth which she promptly swallowed trying to avoid the taste. Sitting up she wiped the corner of her mouth as the man she had sucked off fixed himself and smiled.

"You sure weren't lying. Best blow job of my life. Now, get out of my car." The seriousness of his look only furthered my frustration. Usually the clients were nice enough to drive her back to where they picked her up from, but this asshole was going to make her walk back. Slamming the car door as she exited, she turned and headed for home. Might as well by the time she got back to the street she had been on it would damn near be morning. With a sigh she trudge on heading to the small one bedroom apartment in a rundown building that her and her brother called home. Another night of working behind her and she still felt lower in the hole than she had felt yesterday afternoon. This was no life to live.