She knew that she was on the wrong side of the city, that she could be in danger here, she just did not care. She needed this, and she would do whatever was needed to get it. Although she was starting to wish she had brought a coat or jacket of some kind. As she walked down the street, she knew her young, slim body was drawing the gaze of anybody around, and what she was wearing was not exactly helping her much. The reflection in a large window caught her eye, and she stopped and looked at herself, smiling slightly at what she saw.
Her name was Erin; she was around 5''5', with a slight figure and full, perky 34C breasts. Her bright green eyes locked with the reflections as she bit her lip a little. Had she made a mistake? She had come straight from school, so she still had her uniform on, with a few adjustments. Her white shirt was a few sizes to small and had the top buttons undone, showing her cleavage, which had her tie disappearing in, and hints of a bright pink bra beneath. Her skirt was tiny, only just covering her round, firm ass and leaving her legs bare apart from a pair of very high black heels on her feet. Her long, dark hair was up in thick pigtails. She was the ideal schoolgirl slut.
Turning quickly she found herself bumping into someone, a man, much taller and bigger than her. He quickly took a hold of one of her small wrists.
"Well look at what we have here." He sneered "Another little whore walking the streets. How much do you cost, cutie?"
"I'm not a hooker! Get off me!" Erin snapped back, pulling her wrist away from his grip and pushing past him. "Jerk." She added, just under her breath.
She jumped and let out a little squeal as she felt her ass receive a quick slap, spinning round she saw the man chuckling to himself and walking away. She hurried away, rubbing her ass and scowling. She was no hooker, no common street whore. She was a different to them, and soon she would have to prove that.
Soon, she found the place she was looking for. A large building, it could have passed for a normal bar, but this was a seedy strip club, or if you paid enough, a brothel. The owner, a Mr McKenzie, was the most renown and successful figure of the sex business. He owned many clubs like this one, catering for the desires of drug addicts on the street to high profile politicians and business men. But Erin did not care about that, what she cared about was that he was hiring. But not for hookers, strippers or porn stars. He wanted a personal slut.
She pushed open the door and instantly screwed up her little nose at the place. It was dark, dingy, and smelt of alcohol, sweat and sex. She walked over to the bar, stepping over a barely conscious man on her way.
"Hello?" She called out to who she assumed was the bar keeper, a buxom redhead who was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. The redhead looked over at Erin and scowled as she approached.
"Get out of here little girl, we don't have anything to do with kids here." The redhead looked over the bar at Erin "Even if they are pretty sexy."
"Fuck off bitch, I'm old enough!" Erin growled back, trying to stand taller as she glanced at the bar keeper's name badge. "Now listen, Ginger? Wow, original name. Mr McKenzie is expecting me, and I don't think he would appreciate you holding me up." Erin had an air of confidence around her, the type that only came from years of being popular and getting everything she wanted.
Ginger narrowed her eyes at Erin, wanting nothing more than to slap that arrogant smirk of her face. But instead she gave her a sickly sweet smile and said "Of course, I'm sorry. Go right through that door, he will be expecting you."
Erin did not answer her, she just walked past Ginger and through the door she had mentioned. It led to a corridor, and at the end was a door with a name sign, Mr McKenzie. Erin took one last deep breath and straightened her clothes. She had to look her best after all. She considered knocking, but decided against it, she was expected. So she just walked in.
"Hey!" She smiled brightly as she walked through the door. "I'm here about that job."
She got no answer. The man at the desk, Mr McKenzie, a hulking mass of muscle, slowly put his pen down and sat up, looking straight at Erin with a cold stare.
"And what makes you think you can just burst into my office without being invited, little girl?" He asked calmly, keeping his voice low and quiet.
Erin was a little surprised "I, um, I just thought..."
"You thought wrong." He interrupted, his voice easily drowning hers, without him even needing to shout. "You had no idea what I was doing, you entering could have ruined a deal, could have interrupted anything. Stupid girl." He scolded. "But that's done now, come in, let me get a good look at you. Very nice, give me a spin, girl."
