She learned to live in the shadows and under cover of night, like the vampires she often read about. It wasn't that sunlight would be immediately deadly to her, no it was more insidious, luring her into it's warmth for hours at a time, for days in a row until after all the years it appears as blotches on skin, a mole that wasn't there yesterday, a discoloration that just won't go away. It killed her mother and a sister, both joyous sun goddesses, tanned and healthy looking until they learned how they would die.
Of course it did seem ironic for her to hide in the darkness, when the very darkness could kill her. Given what she did, there were many times that death was just a snap of the neck away, a psycho who wants a trophy of the best blow job he's ever had. Hell some junky offended at having to wear a condom could stick her just for the hell of it, and damn then there was the broken condom and the struggle that ensued.
She opened the door and walked out into the night. Her shoes didn't fit her right, but with those heels she had to fight the men off, so she limped down the street. Normally she'd stop in to the shop for a coffee before she started, but she was running last today.
Walking up to the corner she saw two of her friends and asked, "Hey girls, how's the action."
"Pretty slow girl, you still wearing those shoes. You're gonna break an ankle with them."
"Before I do I'll get plenty of tips."
"Yeah, yeah I know. Last tip I got some guy tells me to use condoms."
"I know, I know, they fuck us then think they're comedians," she said.
"Hey babe, ain't that one of yours?"
"Yes, and he's right on time. Talk about easy money, I let him eat my pussy, I pretend to come and then he pays me."
"No blowjob?"
She shook her head from side to side.
"No handjob, no sticky?"
