Words seemed almost pointless at this moment as I watched my latest trick fumble through his wallet for his last $200.00.
"Same time next week, Maxine?" he asked, pulling up his pants and zipping them quickly.
"Sure," I answered, shrugging my shoulders and slipping the crisp one hundred dollar bills inside my bra.
The room reaked of sweat and sex and lust and greed and it made me nauseous the longer I stayed in there.
"You were real good tonight, honey," he said, giving me a wink as I walked out.
My name's Maxine, I'm 19 years old and I've been a hooker for a year, and this is my story. My mom and dad got a divorce when I was 16 and I've basically been on my own since. I wasn't really a fan of being shuffled from one house to the next, so, at 18, I ran away. I ran as far as $400 would take me, which, I found out, wasn't far, but it was far enough to leave my past semi-comfortably behind me. I met Gina a couple weeks later and she hooked me up with a job at a diner she worked at. The hours were lousy and the customers weren't that friendly, but, it helped me to afford a small, one bedroom flat just outside of town. My apartment didn't have furniture and most nights my only company was the rats that ran in and out of the holes in my walls, but, it was mine and I wasn't at home with Hekyl and Jekyl, otherwise known as my parents.
After Gina quit, I stayed on. She met a truck driver that swept her off her feet and they moved to Mexico. I found the job to be even more of a pain in the ass without Gina there to keep me grounded. The tips got worse and I never seemed to make it to work on time. Finally, I lost my job and eventually my rat infested apartment. I was back out on the streets again and I was scared. And then, fate intervened.
"You got a light?" asked a tall, thin, very handsome man.
"No, sorry, I don't smoke," I said, careful not to make eye contact with the stranger.
"Oh, well, that's probably for the best. I really shouldn't smoke anyway," he said, shoving the cigarette pack into his pant's pocket.
I took a few steps forward and away from him, not really sure what he had in mind.
"My name's Brad," he said, extending his left hand, which I noticed, was covered in diamond rings.
"Maxine," I said, almost in a whisper.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Maxine," he said, smiling and walking closer towards me, "Do you live around here?"
"I live here, I live there, I don't really have a set address," I said, shoving my cold hands inside my ripped jacket pockets.
"Well, it's pretty cold out here for you to be wandering the streets, Maxine, wanna come to my apartment and warm up for a little while?" he asked.
To this day, I can NOT tell you what allowed me to say yes, but I did and very quickly, I might add. Maybe it was the cold. Maybe it was because I hadn't eaten in two days and was hoping this stranger would have mercy on me and give me some dinner. Maybe I was semi attracted to him. Who knows? All I know is in one quick second I had agreed to follow him to his house.
Once inside, I noticed that Brad had a hunger for the good life. As far as the eyes could see, there was gold and chrome and diamond plating on everything. He had mirrors and fine china and a stereo system I'm sure you could hear blasting at least 20 miles away. In the corner were several lit candles and a mini bar stocked with just about any kind of liquor you could ever want. I felt so trashy and inferior in this environment and quickly decided I had made a mistake.
"On second thought, I think I better go," I said, turning towards the front door.
"Nonsense, Maxine, please, make yourself comfortable, what's mine is yours," said Brad, taking my coat and slinging it over an enormous gold coat rack, "Help yourself to a drink, there's plenty of booze."
I didn't really want a drink. I wasn't really sure what I wanted at this point. I couldn't deny that Brad had a nice house and he seemed harmless enough, but, this just wasn't my scene. I had never seen such a nice house before. Everything seemed so clean and sterile and I was so dirty. My hair was greasy and my clothes were filthy. I had never been so ashamed of my appearance as I was at that moment.
"Sit down, Maxine, let's talk," said Brad, emerging from the kitchen carrying a bottle of wine and a bowl of ripe, red strawberries.
I wasn't sure where to sit, I didn't want to mess up anything.
"Come here, honey," he said, patting the couch cushion beside him.
I reluctantly walked over and joined Brad on the couch, carefully crossing my legs.
"You are a beautiful girl, Maxine. How old are you, seventeen, eighteen?" he asked, pouring us both a glass of wine.
"I just turned nineteen," I answered, slowly sipping the sweet, chilled wine.
"Lovely age," purred Brad, sitting back and relaxing against the overstuffed couch backing.
"I guess," I answered, "But, it's not so lovely when you have nowhere to live and nothing to eat."
"Well, I wouldn't imagine that would be a good life, especially for a young woman, such as yourself," he said.
As the night wore on, I told Brad my hard luck story all about my parent's divorce and Gina moving to Mexico and me losing that crappy, dead end job. As embarrassing as it was to admit that I was living on the streets, Brad never said or did anything to make me feel trashy or low.
"Such a beautiful girl to be living such a hard life," whispered Brad, gently running his fingers through my long, brunette hair.
I closed my eyes and pictured myself lying on some sandy, sunny beach, hearing the waves crash and the seagulls gossip as they flew overhead. I was so lost in thought that I hadn't even realized that Brad's hand had moved from my hair to between my legs.
"Brad!! What are you doing?" I asked, jumping up and almost spilling my glass of wine.
"Relax, Maxine, nothing's going to happen here tonight that you don't want to happen, okay?" he said, gently massaging my inner thighs.
I nodded my head yes and slowly sank back into the warm, inviting embrace of his overstuffed couch. I placed my feet up on the marble coffee table, a bit ashamed that the polish on my toenails was beginning to chip off.
"I could make you into one hot piece of ass, Maxine," whispered Brad, gently nibbling on my earlobe.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Look around you, baby," he said, "You think all this came with this house? Hell no, this house is my blood, sweat and tears."
Although I was still confused, I decided it was probably a good idea not to seem too stupid, so, I went along and agreed that Brad definitely had an awesome house.
"You see, Maxine, what I mean by making you a hot piece of ass is simple. I wanna put you back out on the streets, but, at the end of the night, you would come home to me, here," said Brad, giving me an almost wicked side glance as he poured himself another glass of wine.
"You mean?" ....... I began.
"That's right, baby, I know you're old enough to know what a hooker is, I mean hell, look at you, your body's booming and you've got a face that could have only been meant for greatness. Your teeth are beautiful, your hair is perfect and those tits, my God, those tits have kept me hard since I first caught a glimpse of them earlier tonight," he said, again leaning back into the couch.
I was speechless. I had never heard anyone talk about me or to me like this before. None of my ex boyfriends had ever complimented me on anything. Their idea of being nice was asking if I wanted the lights off or on before they bent me over their bed.
"All you have to do is say yes, Maxine, that's all," said Brad, giving me a very serious look.
I wasn't really sure what to say. I mean, yeah living like this would be the bomb, but, having sex with strangers? I wasn't sure I could pull THAT one off. I had never been with a stranger before. I've always been very shy about my body and have always hated my hair and teeth. But, I was also smart enough to know that opportunity, like this one, doesn't present itself everyday. So, with a deep breath, I gave Brad the go ahead and we began making plans. He wanted to take me shopping and get me checked out at the free clinic to make sure everything was golden, as he called it, and then it was off to the streets to begin my new career as a teenage hooker.
Brad and I talked long into the night, finally both of us gave in around 4 a.m and decided that the night had taken its toll and it was time to rest. After taking a much needed long, hot shower, I emerged from the steamy bathroom to find Brad sprawled out naked on his giant bed. He was lying on his stomach so all that showed was his ass but that was enough to wake up my pussy. My nipples got rock hard and I could feel my hormones doing somersaults.