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Chapter 8

I walk out of the casino, gulping bravely.

I managed to get the morning job, which I'm totally gutted about. My plan was, I'd go in there and say that I needed to work the day shift instead of the night shift, cos 'I was getting to tired'. I hoped they would say I couldn' t swap now, so I would have to do with the night shift. But, after raising a knowing eyebrow at me, Bob said that a woman who worked the day wanted the night shift, so we could swap.

I reluctantly agreed, and I'm now on my way home now. Brick is at home, moping around. Hes been really upset about all this. Not that I blame him. He's basically letting me sleep around.

He really does put our health and safety first. Sort of. Not that I'd call letting your wife have sex with any drunk or slob safe.

I shake my head, as I walk into the nearest restroom I can find. I need to stock up on condoms. I am not catching some disease or getting knocked up by some random guy.

I slot in around 6 dollars and get 6 condoms. An older woman comes out of a cubicle and gives me the up and down. "Someones busy." she says, then walks out.

I growl, shoving them in my jeans pocket then walking out. Bitch. It must have been soo obvious to what I'm up to.

With a sigh, I skulk home. I'm really not looking forward to tonight...

I open the door to find Brick, sitting talking to someone on the phone.

He doesn't notice me standing at the door with a pocketful of condoms, so I stand and easedrop for a minute. A marriage shouldn't be full of lies!

Hes just nodding in agreement and saying 'mm hmm'. I put my bag down quite loudly and he looks up, looking like a cat caught in headlights.

"Oh, um, I gotta go, talk to you later..." then he hung up. "HIya baby, so, you got the rubbers?" he says nervously.

I nod, not taking my eyes off him. "I did. Whats wring witchu?" Sometimes the only way to get through to him is to talk to him like his friends do.

"Nuffin, nuffin. I'm, I'm fine. Just a little down about our situation, thats all." he replies, sitting down. hes a damn fine actor, thats for sure.

"Who were you talking to?"

"Oh, just um, just CJ, asking about hoe, I mean how he feels bout his girlfriend being a, um, hooker."

I roll my eyes painfully. "And what did he say?"

"hes fine with it. I don't understand how he is though. Its killing me."

I sit next to him and plant a kiss on his cheek. "I'm glad you're so concerned, but don't worry. I'll be ok. Honest. You just go to work tonight, and dont even think about it. Ok?" I say gently, tucking a shock of red hair into his cap.

He scoffs. "Like I'll be able to do that!"

"Well, at least try. I got the morning shift, I gotta say I'm gonna miss working with you Brick." Now what do I do when some guy is getting fresh on me?

"I'm gonna miss you tons too. I won;t stop thinking about you, I hope you realise that."

"I do. Of course I do." I say sitting next to him and kissing him on the lips.

"CJ's girlfriend Darla offered to meet you down there at Las Vegas Boulevard. You wanna do that. He said she's show you the ropes, all the rules and everything." Brick said.

I nod. "That would be wonderful."

"K, I'll text him to let him know."

"What do you think I should wear? It needs to like alluring, and slutty. What about these?" I hold a mini skirt, thats practically a belt, and a low cut belly top.

Brick looks up at them, and moans slapping his hand over his eyes. He really isn't liking this one bit. I once again roll my eyes painfully, then shove them into my handbag. They'll do.

Later, we eat, then get ready for work...

I push on my leather boots and zip them all the way up. They reach my knees. My hair is up in a high ponytail and I'm wearing the belly top and belt skirt. My clutch is full of condoms, and as I quickly apply mascara and eyeliner I look at myself in the mirror. I look like a whore!

But, thats what I'm wanting here, right?

I clog into the living room, looking at Brick uncertainly.

"If you werent about to go out and do what you're about to go out and do dressed like that, I'd say man you're hot!" He said with a smile, then frowned as I laughed.

He got up, as he shoved his shoes on. He was going to work now himself.

"Remember I love you soo much, and I'll miss you, you'll be the only thing I think about. Be safe. If a guy starts getting violent, get ruff tuff on him!" I smile as he pats me on the ass.

We leave the house, locking the door in a warm embrace as we walk down the many sets of stairs.

And I dont want the moment to end, cos I know in a while, I'm gonna be in bed with some stranger...

Later that night...

Las Vegas Boulevard has more hookers on it then Hollywood Boulevard!

I'm walking along it slowly, looking for Darla (we have met before, so it shouldnt be too hard) but when we met before she just looked down her nose at me cos shes older then me. Shes 18, and I'm only 15. I can see extremely old prostitutes, who arent getting any work really, and the younger ones picking up rides easily.

"Hey baby!"

I stop dead, seeing a car slow down before me.

I point to myself stupidly.

"How bout a freebie, its my birthday!" he yells again, his head poking out of his open roof car. Hes with around 5 mates.

"Dream on!"

I turn round to find Darla, smiling at me as the car drives off. Shes tall, well taller then me but thats not a hard thing to achieve, with short black hair and twinkling grey eyes.

"Hey honey. So, this your first ever time?"

I nod. "Yeah. So, so what do I do when they shout things like that?"

"Well, you be nice, ask if they're looking for a date. Sometimes they park up, so you go over and they ask if you like want a ride or something. You say yeah and jump in. Here are the basic rules: pay is $100 an hour. Never take less than 100, even if your there for half an hour, the charge is $100. Never kiss on the lips, its too personal. And if they ask you to do something you're really not comfortable with, then leave. The thing you gotta remember is that you're the one in charge. And also, you gotta be safe. Always insist on a condom. If they refuse, leave. Ok? You got a clee phone?"

I nod.

"Gimme ya number, so we can meet up when you done. Then you can meet some of the other girls."

I give her it, then sigh. I'm standing shakily, looking out at the Downtown road, thinking about what Brick is doing now.

"Wait a minute, this isn't your first time, if you know what I mean?" She asked, her eyebrow raising.

"No! No, of course not! Me and Brick, we're always at it!" I reply.

"Well, good. You'll know what to expect then."

I nod uneasily.

"Darla."

"Yeah sugar?" she replies, looking down at me.

"Is it scary? You know, being with a stranger, and like, being asked to do all the, the stuff?"

"You'll see. " she said, nodding towards a car that pulled up.

I swallowed, scared. This is it. I don't think I can do it.

"Go on! Swallow your pride and go!" Darla said giving me a push.

I began to walk over them, but she called me back over. "What were you doing? You gotta work it! You got hips, use em!"

Cringing, I put more sway into my step, and try and look seducing, though its really hard.

When I approach the window, it scrolls down.

"Hey babes."

"Hey, looking for a ur, date?" I ask, leaning on the car and pressing my hands together against my chest.

"Yeah, I sure am. And, I can tell this is your first time, but at least its not with a stranger..."

I hadn't exactly looked at the guy, but when I heard his voice, and looked down at his sick grin, I knew straight away who it was. Tom.

"Tom!" I cry, shocked, and feeling about as low as a, as a...hooker...

"Hiya Bloss. Hop in."

The door is flung open and letting out a whimper. I sit down inside.

Why me?

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