Chapter 2: Hungry
I swept the crowded room with my eyes. Every man in the room was hungry, and not for food. You could see it in the way their eyes searched the girls' bodies. You could see it in the way they grinned when a girl sidled up to them. You could see it in the way they walked even.
I noticed a particular client of mine sauntering drunkenly towards, and my face lightened a little (was that even possible?). He always came on Tuesdays, and he always asked for me, he was so predictable. He was sometimes rough in his play, and sometimes very gentle, but none of it mattered. He was rich, and a well paying customer, someone that I would never turn down in a million years.
"Whatchya doin' tanight doll face?" his voice slid over me like grease. I locked eyes with him, and I knew, instantly that tonight was different, he wasn't as drunk as he acted. I wondered what was wrong, and what might happen, in fact I was worried for my life, but I smiled seductively and beckoned him with my finger. His silently followed me to my room. Yes, I have my own room, the others must find a room, any room, but I have my own room that is marked with a cheap tin plaque bearing my name: Hadassah. I am a whore.
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~*~ Sorry it was so short, but I needed to end it there, you know that you agree. Okay so I'm not doing shout outs in this one but I promise to do them in the next one. And the next chapter will be much longer, I guarantee it. Oh and the rating might change to R for later violence and SC. Just a warning; I'll probably put up a warning on the chapters that will be like that, but just in case. Anywayz hope you like!!! ~*~
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I swept the crowded room with my eyes. Every man in the room was hungry, and not for food. You could see it in the way their eyes searched the girls' bodies. You could see it in the way they grinned when a girl sidled up to them. You could see it in the way they walked even.
I noticed a particular client of mine sauntering drunkenly towards, and my face lightened a little (was that even possible?). He always came on Tuesdays, and he always asked for me, he was so predictable. He was sometimes rough in his play, and sometimes very gentle, but none of it mattered. He was rich, and a well paying customer, someone that I would never turn down in a million years.
"Whatchya doin' tanight doll face?" his voice slid over me like grease. I locked eyes with him, and I knew, instantly that tonight was different, he wasn't as drunk as he acted. I wondered what was wrong, and what might happen, in fact I was worried for my life, but I smiled seductively and beckoned him with my finger. His silently followed me to my room. Yes, I have my own room, the others must find a room, any room, but I have my own room that is marked with a cheap tin plaque bearing my name: Hadassah. I am a whore.
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~*~ Sorry it was so short, but I needed to end it there, you know that you agree. Okay so I'm not doing shout outs in this one but I promise to do them in the next one. And the next chapter will be much longer, I guarantee it. Oh and the rating might change to R for later violence and SC. Just a warning; I'll probably put up a warning on the chapters that will be like that, but just in case. Anywayz hope you like!!! ~*~
~*~ Review!!!~*~