My story is different but not unheard of. I've been in many foster homes but none were as bad as the one I left two years ago. There were eight children in that hell hole other than me. And seven of those bullied me. Only Chris accepted
me. No one else knew my foster father raped me. I couldn't tell anyone either. Chris and I escaped together. I tried my damnedest to get him to come with me but he said he only lived to save me. And then he jumped off the bridge. Ever since then I've been a traveling prostitute. I've never been arrested and I wasn't exactly cheap.
"Hey, sugar." A man calls out from his vehicle. I push off the wall and strut to his car.
"Looking for some fun?" I arch my back slightly revealing more cleavage.
"How much?" He asks keeping his face in the dark.
"200 an hour. 500 for whatever you want." Like I said my rates are steep but I'm excellent in bed.
"You clean?" He asks. Hmm, he's the first to ask me that.
"Duh, are you?" I arch a brow and am rewarded with his rich laughter.
"Get in, honey. I'll do 500." He says and opens the door. I get in and recognize the man as Ashley Fucking Purdy.
"What's your name?" He asks pulling away from the curb.
"Sliver-mist." I provide my street name.
"I'm hiring you for a friend. His long time girlfriend just dumped him and he needs a picker upper." He says and I realize Andy and Juliet had broken up.
"So Andy and Juliet broke up?" I ask lighting a cancer-stick. He pulls it from my hand and gives me a piece of spearmint.
"So you know BVB?" He questions. I nod.
"You guys saved me until I ran away and became this." I speak truthfully. He frowns.
"How old are you?" He looks at me intently.
"Eighteen as of yesterday." I smirk.
"And how long have you been doing this?" He turns to me as we stop at a red light.
"Two years." His eyes widen.

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