Chapter one

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Memories
A long time ago
" get off of me you crazy shit headed hobo!"
" is that any way to treat a customer?"
" your not a customer your a filthy player"
" and your a fat cow who gets paid to have sex"
" so do your job have sex!"
With one movement I deck him in the face and pull up my bra strap
" bastard" I mumble under my breath

" Mike I want a better job!"
" you don't want to be a prostitute?"
" fuck no dick milk"
" I can make you a striper?? If that's more too your liking"
" yes pleas that will help and don't let creepy hobo's in anymore that one guy just raped me"
" you have too loose wait"
" Excuse me?"
" we got some complaints you have to be under 112 pounds to be a striper sorry freckles you do just fine as a prostitute your long brown hair green eyes you were mad to be a prostitute!"
" one week"
" what"
" give me one week and if I am not under 112 pounds I will go back to sex!"
" deal we have work out machines in the back you should get started"
Present day
" you have a customer that needs a lap dance at table 5"
" on it mike"
Does he really need a lap dance oh well the night will be over soon so what is the problem...

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