Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Miami, Florida
Darkness had faded over the city with the evening hours closing in to give breath to the night life that was slowly awakening. When the sky had turned into pitch black, it was up for the light to be cast from the various signs and buildings that flickered in old neon lights and cheap white lights through out the streets of North Beach. Within the seedy belly of the underworld, this was the dawning hours of for various businesses. Neon lights lit up a slew of cheap motels, strip clubs, and sex shops around several blocks. This was the place known as the 'red light district' by the word of mouth from those who had witnessed a new wave of urban decay slowly rotting the town's core into the dirty place it had become.
Through the night, the street corners became occupied with various individuals almost as if they had owned a certain spot on the block. Some small time pimps liked to observe the streets, but they were never seen as the big fish out in the ocean of sleaze. The real pimps and madams collected their cash from the back of clubs or motels. It took less than a week for any hoodlum roaming the streets to learn that most of the run down motels were operating as brothels. Unsurprisingly, prostitution wasn't the only poison pumping through the veins of North Beach. Anyone who had a habit in the forms of smoking, snorting and needles could find their fix with a variety of dealers in town. Only those who had knowledge of underworld figures had a sense of where the drug flow was coming from. For anyone's vice, weather it was drugs or sex, they could find what they wanted quite easily around the district.
The core building of several blocks stood tall with a pink neon sign in the shape of lips. It flashed in three motions, demonstrating a kiss. From above at the top of the building, a round piece glowed with bright white lights while blue and pink neon lines covered the exterior of the white walled building. In pink lights, the sign lit up with the words 'Sex World'. For every person who walked through the entrance, they were greeted with the flashing sign as if it were blowing a kiss to each customer. Sex World was a prominent strip club in North Beach, as it had already grown to the status of the largest and most successful strip club in all of Miami Beach. Behind the walls of the club, powerful people sat in the offices. A madam and two pimps were inside, running their businesses with a string of hookers who were on the streets and inside the club.
Standing near a Stop sign, a red haired girl brought a cigarette to her lips and took a slow puff. As she blew out the smoke, a look of impatience had washed over her face while she stood waiting for some action to pick up at any minute now. Tonight was Bella Thorne's first night out in a new career. Leo had set her up as one of his street girls, just to test the waters of how much money she could bring in from fucking suckers looking for a quick fix. Bella wasn't bothered about being thrown out in the streets to begin. She figured that she was going to have to impress this man more than just being a famous name. Since she was just a street hooker under Leo, she was not allowed entry beyond the doors to the Sex World club. Leo had told Bella that she would have to earn a pole on the center stage of the strip club. Only his finest girls worked the clubs, where he was sure they would be earning a few thousand dollars off every customer. Bella may have impressed Leo and his boss Rafael, but now she had to truly work her way up the ladder of the business.
From the corner, Bella stood tall in a pair of black high heels with fishnets covering her legs. A tight pair of Daisy Dukes style jean shorts covered were worn with a black thong visible due to being pulled up too high. All of this could be seen from her unbuttoned red sports jacket, as she had on nothing more than a pink bra. The jacket itself held much importance, as Leo had supplied her with it instead of letting her go out with a purse. There was large pockets inside where she carried a smartphone he had given her and she could store her earnings inside the pockets. Over her neck was that same metal razor blade necklace she always liked to wear, noticeable with the heart designed in the middle of the flat ornament. The same gold septum piercing was still hanging from her nose while her makeup was done with purple glitter mixed with her eyeliner. For once, Bella didn't wear her usual arm bands and various bracelets. Leo had told her that the more jewelry she wore, the easier a target she would be for a thief who may try to mug her. His warning was enough to make her reconsider wearing too much jewelry or anything gold over her wrists. Some excess glitter ended up on her chest, but Bella never minded the shiny coat whatsoever. She finished off her slutty attire with bright red lipstick, matching the red of her jacket. The cool air of the night flushed over her skin with a breeze of excitement for Bella.
Her outfit was enough to make any working girl a magnet for a police squad car that was prowling the streets. It was funny to Bella cause she usually dressed this way and never had a problem apart from paparazzi cameras taking photographs of her. There was nothing to fear, as this part of town had been ignored by the police. Miami Beach had a history of corruption within the department, as this was just another chapter in that tainted legacy. This was her first night out on the block, as she had already passed by other women who were walking the street in similar outfits. Still puffing on the cigarette, Bella wasn't as nervous as Leo seemed to believe she was. It was her first night out, but she was confident that she was about to make a good bit of money off some horny men needing service. So far in the past half-hour, Bella had witnessed a few cars drive slowly by the sidewalk with men peeling their eyes over the girls standing there. There was a black Lincoln car that had picked up a girl across the street, standing near the entrance doors to Sex World.
Before she had stepped foot on the streets, Leo had went through various discussions with Bella about the price of her services. He had told her that most working girls used their own prices for sexual needs, encouraging Bella to draw the line of where she was comfortable with charging men. With her fading status as a celebrity, she liked the idea of having high prices though Leo was fast to tell her no. If she wanted to raise the cost of her services, she would have to work her way up to becoming a top whore inside the club. A street hooker had to be realistic with charging the male strangers who were to approach her for a quick fix. Such an opportunity soon presented herself as Bella watched a black Honda pull up near the curb. From inside the vehicle, she could see the white color to a button up shirt with a tie. Since the car had stopped and she seen the eyes of what appeared to be an older business man, the wrinkles visible from his forehead. Bella approached the right side door, clacking her heels loudly over the concrete beneath her shoes. It appeared that she had met a potential customer, he would be her first. When the window came rolling down, she smiled and leaned down to greet him with her voice speaking in a seductive tone.
"Hey, looking for a good time, honey?"
It was a generic thing to say, but Bella was relying on her charm alone to try and reel him in. The man gazed back at her with a cold face, difficult to read without an expression. His hair was white, the eyes were blue and he appeared to definitely be an older man in a suit. After a moment, he spoke back in a typical Florida accent.
"Yeah, I'm looking for someone like you. Get in."
This seemed too easy for Bella. The man had been observing the block and found what appeared to be his hooker of choice. She pulled the front passenger's door open and climbed into the stranger's car. Once the door was shut, Bella took a deep breath as the Honda pulled away from the block and now she was in a moving vehicle with a customer. He didn't look back at her, keeping his eyes on the road as Bella soon noticed a wedding band sitting on his left ring finger when she took a glance. Bella's imagination began to roam wildly in silence. Was he the type of man to cheat on his wife with prostitutes? Did he do this often? She would never know, for she wasn't about to ask any personal questions.
"So, you were looking pretty cute on that corner. I haven't seen you out there before, what's your name?"
"I'm Bella."
He finally turned and smiled at her, flashing a sinister smile with his faded yellow teeth.
"Pleased to meet you, Bella. You can call me Nate, that's my name. Now, how much do you normally charge for your services?"
Now was Bella's moment to negotiate. She moved her lips into a smile, ready to play out what she had practiced for all day.
