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This story is inspired by a true story.
Chapter 1: Tea and Sympathy
Tonight was a slow night. I hate slow nights, I barely make any money on nights like this. Maybe I should just call it a night. I don't really feel like playing this game that is my profession. Always having to please the customer, do what they want you to do and also act like you enjoy it. I've been doing this for three years and I'm really getting tired of it. I just don't know what else I could do and I have to make a living somehow. If no one comes in the next minute then I'm gone.
Right as I was thinking that a car pulled up. I didn't have to look at it twice, I quickly pushed myself from off the wall and headed over to the window of the car. I said my usual routine. I say stuff like, 'how're you doing' or 'you looking for anything in particular' and other casual shit like that. I do that as a pro cautionary, to make sure the person's not a cop. The guy seemed interested so I hopped in the car and he started driving. As I settled into the seat I quickly surveyed the guy. He was younger than the usual age of my "customers". He seemed to be in his late twenties. He had neatly trimmed brown hair, a good looking face and a lean body. Over all he was a handsome man, I wonder why he had to pay to get sex. However the guy seems a bit nervous like he's never done this before, maybe he is a cop. I'm usually good at judging who the under cover cops are. Though this time I wasn't really paying attention to the signs of a cop being around.
"I'm Lemmy," I said, hoping to get a response from the driver.
He seemed startled by my voice and then replied, "Oh, I'm Eric."
I wonder if that's his real name. I'm pretty sure it is, he seems too flustered to think up a fake name. Usually my "customers" don't give me their real names. I mean some of them might, but I can just tell when someone makes up their name because they don't want me to know it. Because they don't want anyone to know that they hired a hustler.
"Do you want to come in?" Eric asked nervously.
I looked over at him confused, he caught my look and pointed to the side to indicate for my to look out the window. I looked out the window next to me and saw a nice looking town house.
"Is this your house?" I asked baffled. That might sound like a dumb question but most times I'm taken to a hotel or the person drives around, parks somewhere and we do it in the car.
"Yeah, it's my house. Why?"
"Uh...no reason." this just made me a bit more suspicious.
"Okay," he got out of the car and started walking to the door so I followed suit and started walking up to the door as well.
He unlocked the door went inside. I looked around first before I walked in as well. I always do that whenever I'm "pulling a trick". I guess I do it so that I can get my surroundings just in case I have to find my way back home or if I have to find the best way to escape. God, the things I do to survive.
I looked around and saw that he had a pretty nice place, nicely decorated. But not the kind of nicely decorated which indicates that a women lives there. So he's a bachelor, I'm pretty sure of that.
"You can sit on the couch." He gestured.
Just as I was about to sit down a big dog comes running up to me. It was a chocolate labrador. I was startled because the dog was rubbing up on me but then I started petting it's head.
"Oh that's my dog Scout, he's very hyper. I'll just get him out of here. You can get comfortable." then Eric walked off leading Scout out of the room.
I didn't know what to think at this point. By comfortable did he mean naked or did he just mean sit down. What's wrong with me, I'm usually so much better at reading people. This is just an off day for me.
In the end I chose to sit down on the couch. He soon entered the room again and sat down beside me. I readied myself immediately and got into my "hustler mode". I scooted closer to him and had a suggestive expression on my face.
I asked, "So, what are looking for tonight." I said softly.
"Actually would it be okay if we just talked for awhile?" He questioned while fidgeting.
Oh great, my one trick of the night and he's a talker. I can't afford to have some lonely guy just wanting to talk and not pay.
I think he was reading my expression because he backed that up with, "I'll still pay don't worry."
"Um, okay what do you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to know how you got into this." he said sincerely.
"Got into what?" I asked sharply. I knew what he was talking about but for some reason I felt I had to be defiant. After all it's a touchy subject for me.
"You know...the uh..." he faded off.
"You mean how I become a hustler or a streetwalker. Which ever term you prefer." I said bitterly.
"Yeah, but if it's too personal then -"
I cut him off, "No it's fine." At this point I was so exhausted from the tolls of my life. So it all just came out in one long, horrible confession. "I ran away from home when I was 16. When I first left I instantly got work at some fast food place. I only had that job for a little while before it went bad. See, the manager of the place was a real pervert and he was always making sexual advances to me. At first I ignored it but soon it became out of control. The guy, Steve was his name, he groped my ass and by then I was fed up. So I took the spatula that we used to flip the burgers, I took it off of the hot grill and smacked him in the face with it. I was immediately fired of course and Steve pressed charges. The charges were dropped not too long after. Either way after that incident I couldn't get a job because they knew why I got fired from my old job. I knew that I had to find work or else. Then I remembered this guy that I had met when I first got on the streets. He was a hustler and he told me that if I ever needed work that I could hustle and make good money. I considered and soon realized that was basically my only option. I've been doing it for three years now." I looked over at him and he looked stunned. Probably because I have him more information than he asked for. "But that's more than you needed to know." I said sheepishly.
For some reason I felt comfortable with him. I felt like I could tell him all my dark secrets or something like that. I probably shouldn't be so trusting of a "customer".
"Why did you run away from home in the first place? If you don't mind me asking." he replied timidly.
He's so polite and shy and kind of cute. Should I tell him why I ran away? I've only told one other person why I ran away. My mom doesn't even know why. Sure why not tell him. What do I got to lose anyway?
"This quite a dark story. Are you sure you want to hear it?" I was still quite skeptical.
"Yes I'm interested in hearing it."
"Well let me first explain that I lived with a single mom who was busy a lot of the time. So this wasn't her fault she didn't know anything was going on. Things started to turn bad when I was 14. See, around this time my mom had to get a second job because we were running low on money so she was more busy than ever. I could tell she was feeling guilty by the fact that she couldn't spend much time with me. I think she thought I needed to have a "male role model" since my dad wasn't around. Well we had this neighbor, Mr. Hansen and he seemed like a nice guy. He was 40 something and he lived alone, which was a bit strange but who's to judge. Anyway, he was very friendly towards my mom and he offered to watch me on the days when she was working late. She happily agreed thinking that it would be nice for me to have some company. So he stayed over at our house sometimes and was very friendly to me. Then one day when Mr. Hansen and I were alone in the house he started touching me in inappropriate places."
I stopped for a second to compose myself. It still hurts talking about it.
"I didn't know what to do. I thought it was somehow my fault and I was too ashamed to tell my mom. So I let it continue until one day it escalated to him performing oral sex on him and telling me I had to do the same to him. Then when I turned 15 he raped me or the first time. You know, up the butt sort of thing. That went on until I was 16 and I couldn't take it anymore. So one day I just decided to pack up and leave. I left a note to my mom saying it wasn't her fault but I had to leave. I haven't seen her since then."
I looked up at him and he looked horrified. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you with my story. You asked and I just needed to get that off my chest." I said meekly.
"No it's fine, that's just terrifying to think that at such a young age you had to go through all that. Did your mom ever try to find you?"
"I don't know. If she did try she didn't succeed because I still haven't seen her and I'm not sure if I want to. I don't want her to know what I've been doing for the past three years. I don't want her to see me like this."
"You know what Mr. Hansen did was illegal. He could be considered a pedophile and a sex offender. You should report him so that he can't take advantage of other children. You can't let this guy get away with this." Eric stated.
"That's not gonna happen. I don't have to report this guy because he's no longer my concern. I'm a prostitute for fuck's sake, I'm not the most morally conscience person you've come across. Also you shouldn't be talking about what's illegal. If you haven't noticed you're paying for sex. That's not legal, so how about you step down from your soapbox." I didn't mean to go off it just irritated me that this guy was telling me what I should do. He's not a fucking saint either.
He looked at me like he was guilty. I just thought that when I brought up the whole sex for money thing it made him feel ashamed.
"Actually I have a confession myself." he said quietly.
"What is it." matching his quiet tone.
"I'm not going to pay you for sex. I am a police officer and my superior had assigned me the 'under cover' job. I was supposed to go to the street corners where most of the hookers frequent and wait for one to approach. Because recently there has been an over population of prostitutes. So what I was assigned to do was wait there until one of you came up and then make it known that I was a cop and arrest the person. However I hesitated and got real nervous and then before I knew it I had driven all the way to my house. I was going to reveal myself then I chickened out again. Before I knew it I was inviting you in. Then I was curious and wanted to simply know why you would do this. Then you told me your sad story and I felt I really couldn't arrest you and cause more trouble in your life." Eric confessed hastily.
I just sat there stunned at what he'd just told me. I knew there was something different about this guy. I should have never got in the car with him. I shouldn't have just walked away when I had the chance. Great now he's going to arrest me and then... wait. Did he just say he wasn't going to arrest me?
I looked over at him with my eyebrow cocked up. So he wants my services after all? If that's what it will cost me to stay out of jail. I've done worse things.
"So you're not going to arrest me." I said slyly.
"No I'm not." Eric said curtly.
"So what do you want in return? Let me guess a blow job. I'm really good at those. That's what my customers tell -"
He cut me off, "No I don't want your... services. I won't arrest you, but only if you stop hustling."
I looked at him like he grew a second head. "You're funny, but seriously what do you want in return."
"I am serious if you don't stop hustling then I will arrest you. I should really be arresting you right now but I'm not. And don't just think that if you leave here you'll say you will stop but then you go right back and do it. I'll be going around that street where you sell yourself and I will make sure you don't do anything. It's part of my job. After hearing your story I can't in all good conscience let you go back to that environment. That's why I'm also willing to let you stay here in my guest room."
"You have got to be kidding. I don't even know you and you're telling me to quit hustling which is my only source of income and you want me to move in with you." I couldn't believe this jack ass.
"Fine you don't have to move in here but I just suggested that because I thought you might need a safe place to stay until you find a new job. But you do have to stop hustling." Eric said finally and then walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
I thought about it for a second and isn't this what I wanted. I was just wishing to myself that their was some way out of this life and I'm being given that opportunity, in the weirdest of ways. Why not stay here it's a nice place, beats the place I'm living at. A cramped one room apartment that I had to share with two other guys. Okay, I think I've decided.
I walked over into the kitchen area and stood closely next to him and whispered, "I'll stay here if you'll still let me." then I fluttered my eyelashes. I guess old habits die hard.
He turned his head to look at me and said, "Of course Lemmy."
I can't believe he remembered my name. I told him way before and I didn't even think he was listening. Most of my "customers" don't even bother to remember my name usually it's just 'boy'.
I blushed a bit, tucked my hair behind me ear and looked up at him casually. "You know I have to get my stuff from my place and say bye to my roommates. Can you drive me?"
"Yeah, sure. Oh and one more thing. While you're staying here no one can know that you were a hustler. For now we'll just pretend that you're my cousin and you came to stay for awhile."
"That's fine, I'm good at faking it." I said with a smirk.
I had Eric wait outside while I went in to the broken down place to get my stuff. It didn't take very long to pack up all my stuff cause I didn't really have much. The part that took the longest was saying bye to my roommates Jake and Beau. They're also my closest friends and they're also hustler. They're both so lovely inside and out. I adore them. Jake has beautiful long hair that goes down to his shoulders, a big perfect smile and sparkling blue eyes. And Beau has smooth chocolate skin, a cute face and an outrageous personality. I explained to them the whole situation and how I'm trying to find a better life and take this good opportunity.
"You go right on girl, with your sugar daddy. More power to you, I've been trying to find one to take care of me." Beau said and then hugged me.
"It's not like that he's not my sugar daddy, but thanks for understanding." I replied.
"I don't blame you, if I could get out of this hell hole I would." Jake commented.
I walked over to him, stood right in front of him and then kissed him gently on the lips. We're very close, we're not lovers but just really close. He understood why I did that. "I'll visit you all the time. I'm not abandoning you guys, I just need to get away from this business. And I know you'll find you're way out." then I hugged him.
He simply said, "I'll miss you."
After that I left with a wave, got into Eric's car and we went back to his house. When we got there he showed me to the guest room. It was a nice size with a bed, desk, chair. You know standard room stuff. Either way I loved it and instantly settled into my new bed, in my new room, in my new home.
To Be Continued...