-Chapter 2-

I started out working with a man named Rico. He was Mexican and I took calls at a desk all day. Really, it was easy. The problems came when I had the druggies come in, demanding that I give them their dope.

Yes, Rico was a drug dealer.

I didn't use the drugs, even though Rico offered and thought that I was crazy because I never accepted, but I'd grown up knowing that drugs were wrong.

One of the big problems that came my way was the fact that every man that walked through the doors and saw me at my desk was determined to rape me. It got so bad that Rico had to hire a bodyguard. Of course, Rico eventually realized that he could make more money in other ways…like prostitution.

And yes, his ideas came from watching men try to get to me.

When Rico offered me the job of becoming his first, I wasn't shocked. I knew that eventually, he'd get the idea in his head to be a pimp. But the sad part of the entire thing is…I said yes. For two reasons:

1) I needed the money.

2) Rico wouldn't take no for an answer.

Yes, I sold my body to men on a daily basis. Yes, I know that what I did was wrong. However, let me tell you, I didn't enjoy it. Slowly but surely, I started to hate men with an utmost hatred. But I could play the part. I hated what I did, but I was good at it. Very good.

There's a knock on my door and I sigh. Another day, another man. Just like always. I straightened my robe and opened the door. There stood a man that I knew just wanted to forget everything for a while. He looked at me hungrily as I let him in.

I knew he'd try to find consolation for his horrid life in me, but he had better luck finding that in a cow pie than in me. But I didn't want to suffer another beating from Rico. I didn't want to be bedridden again, so I played the part, smiled in a seductive way and pretended to find the same release that he did when he came to me, but I found nothing. Even though he was inside me, I felt as empty as a glass, already drained of it's contents long ago.

Rico came in after the man and I groaned. Rico sometimes wanted some and I hated that with him because he made me say things like, "I love you" and "oh Baby!". I hated it, but he did feed me when I said things like that, so I obliged even though I hated it. I hated him and my life, but when I was lying awake, late at night, I'd dream of a life outside here. A life where I don't have to listen to anyone except myself.

I'd be alone.

"Hey Baby." He says, kissing my forehead. I smile a small smile, urging him to do what he came for. " I need you to go shopping." He adds.

"Again?" I reply, standing up to go find my 'going out' clothes.

"Yep. Mara and Ali both have colds and I need cough medicine. Also, I want you to get some new clothes for them all. And grab some for me too. Oh, and also, I need you to get some shampoo and conditioner, soap, birth control and those other necessities…" I nod and strip off my clothes and get dressed in my others that I keep for occasions like this.

"I'll be back in an hour or so." I say, taking the cash he has in his hand for me.

"Get yourself a treat while you're out if you have any money left." He says, kissing my lips and I kiss back because I have to pretend. I know what's coming and I wince as he jabs the needle into my arm.

The drugs start pumping through me and I feel the familiar floating feeling. Rico walks me to the door to see me off. I kiss his cheek before I leave and then, I'm off. Off to buy clothing for the rest of the girls and a man that I can't live without but hate.