Chapter 2

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Camila's POV

One more night at The Hills.
One more night to feel like a slut. But that it was idiotic to say. I was a hooker, whom was now preparing herself for her next customer.

Lauren.

-"Well, at least she's pretty."
I spoke to myself, but I knew that wasn't helpful.

-"Ok, ok, that doesn't change almost nothing. But come on, pretend it will at least be a bit pleasant."

No, the fact that this client was beautiful didn't change anything. I would be still keep offering my body to her for money. It wouldn't make it any less dirty. I had been already with gorgeous clients before, and none of them gave me the slightest minimum pleasure.

-"Damn it."— I kept talking to myself—"Why did she have to see me?".

Every night when I went down, I always tried to walk in the darkest corners, asking God and all the saints for no one to see me. I dressed in a non-sensual way and always looked down. To be with men and women, even if it was my job and I should have already used to that for a long time, it was always a punishment.
I needed to hold on, but my goddamn conscience insisted me to feel guilty about it.

But regrets wouldn't change anything.
Lauren had seen me some way. Even surrounded by three beautiful girls, she took an interest in me. Plus, I later found out, that she was an old customer, so it was all explained: she probably had fun with all of them, and now she wanted "fresh meat".

What sets Lauren apart from other clients? Almost nothing, except for
a detail: She looked at me. Of course, many men and women had looked at me before, but not like her. She looked at me as if she wanted to understand me. Like trying to read my eyes, find something inside them. And that might not make any sense, but the fact was that I felt a little uncomfortable with the way she looked at me. While I prepare to receive her in my room, i was thinking about what this new punishment would be like.

She didn't take long and the door opened. The client had entered my room, already
taking off her leather jacket and placing it on a chair after closing the door.

-"Could you pay before?"- I ask her suddenly. She looked surprised.

-"To pay before? What if you don't satisfy me?"

-"You'll be satisfied."I said.
She laughed, while looking at me.

-"Well ... If by an irony of fate, I don't feel satisfied, can I have my money back then?" -She ask amused.

-"Deal. But that isn't going to happen."
She laughed again, taking some bills out of her pocket and placing them on top of the desk next to the bed.

-"You're so sure of yourself."

I didn't answer.

-"Very good. Since we don't know each other, we need to clarify some points here.
I'm intersexual".

I looked at her a little confused.

-"Come again?"

"-I have a penis" she continued—Now that you know that, do you have any objections about sex?".

I was surprised by the fact that she was intersexual, but I found it interesting.
About me having any objection when it comes to sex, no one had ever asked that. Normally people would try to do anything with me, and only when I refuse, they understand that I wouldn't do it.

-"I don't do anal sex". I spoke a little low
Her eyes widened.

"-A whore who doesn't do anal? I meant things like sadomasochism, bondage...For me, any whore do anal sex." I blushed violently. Even though I was a whore, I didn't like being called that way.

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