Cloud wasn't so bad. I guess he just had a confidence problem. He was barely a virgin and spoke nervously. I reassured him everything was alright. I spoke to him tenderly, told him he was doing just fine. I kissed him softly, smiled at him, and he relaxed like putty in my hands. I swiped a few extra dollars from his wallet before he paid me. He was gone in fifteen minutes.
Leon was in a bad mood it seemed. DTF was the acronym he used. And F me he did. Getting screwed by someone you didn't like was bad. Getting screwed by someone you don't like and having to take it in the rear 2 times in a row was hellish at least. He liked hearing me moan and scream and was fond of smacking my tush. He was dirty and disgusting, but paid handsomely. I had to shower and change my outfit after him. I hope the guys like girly lace.
Getting pounded felt horrible. Feeling my body being abused over and over in new ways I hadn't felt before. Feeling my body pushed over forwards, bent over backwards, feeling my orifices invaded and rubbed raw, all I could do was feel. I couldn't think anymore, not that thinking did anything for me. It may have been 3 a.m. when the last customer showed. I had just gotten out of the shower when he walked in. His name was Seifer. He seemed to recognize me from a long time back. Well, it wasn't me, it was Ivy. "Ivy Narvez," he shook his head, "man do I feel sorry for you." I read his expression as borderline sympathetic but he could have been faking. "Seifer Almasy, do I feel sorry for you," his name suddenly came to mind, "Couldn't get any so now you come here." I didn't have the strength to laugh humorlessly. I walked closer in just my underwear, allowing him to look me over. By now I was sick of the jokes.
"What's your business Blondie?" I spat carelessly, "Did you come here for sex or to chat? If you want tea you're getting it yourself."
"Relax girl, I just came here for a blowjob." He flashes me a ten dollar bill. I take it and stuff it in my bra and motion him over to the bed. I pull open his jeans and he's already hard. I've got him in my mouth and I'm working him like a clock. Finding his sensitive spots, making him moan. He offers me five more bucks if I swallow. More money? Why not? So I do. I take the extra bills and stuff them in the jar with my other tips. I don't even bother counting. I'm so sick I throw up in the bathroom until I'm empty. Seifer is still there when I come back. "What's your deal?" I ask. He looks like he was going to say something, but then he leaves. Reno replaces him.
I say nothing but point to the change jar. He gets to work counting. I sigh, not wanting to think. I retreat into my mind and find Ivy. I'm not even my own person anymore. I'm her. I'm living her life. I don't know how I'll get out of this. Right now I want to leave. I want to get away. I'm forgetting what I'm here for. Can I even get back to where I was before? My life before this...was it even worth living? Two friends and being the object of everyone's contempt was how I lived out my existence, here I was an object of desire. I sat there in my head with Ivy wordlessly sitting across from me and thought about how much I wanted to free her and myself. I wanted to find Axel and Roxas, but is this even worth it? Can I even find them again?
Is this the point where I forget about them and start my own life?
I learned that Seifer was a friend of Ivy's in high school. They flirted a lot but nothing became of it. Most of those guys I met were people she knew back then. But she refused to say anything else about her past. I woke up at about nine in the morning drained but somehow feeling that I couldn't sleep anymore. I heard a knock at my door and opened it to reveal a scantilly clad brunette and redhead. "Hey Ivy, can we hang with you today?" I looked from one girl to the next and let them in with a "Good Morning".
"How was last night for you?" Red asks me.
"It sucked, no pun intended," both girls laughed a little, "I don't even know how much I made. What about you two?"
"I ran out of condoms and had to ask Kairi for some, " the brunette girl asked. Kairi rolled her eyes.
"That's because you never go out and buy them, Olette," she replied, "I can't keep supplying you." So that's who these girls are. I guess they live in the apartments around me. I put tea on and pour everyone a cup.
"It seems like you're the nicest girl on the block these days," Olette says after a moment, "Tifa is such a bitch now, I don't even know what happened."
"You're telling me," Kairi replied, "I hear her pimp is going to kick her on the streets if she doesn't clean her act up."
"Oh really?" I reply, drinking thoughtfully. Too bad I didn't actually share memories with Ivy. It would make this conversation much easier to follow.
"Well my pimp is at least partially decent. Akira isn't much of a bastard if he finds my room clean,"" Kairi said, seeming to ignore my comment. I half listened to the other bits of idle chatter and sighed in relief. I may actually have some friends here.