[Chapter 1] - Streets of LA to Miami
During the day, the rough-looking man walked with the hooker to a quiet alleyway. As soon as he located an appropriate area, he quickly pulled down his jeans with his underwear and grabbed the hooker's head, guiding her towards his now erect cock, which was awaiting the quick blowjob he had paid for.
As he looked around to ensure no one was watching him, he said to the whore who started working on his cock, "Suck it, Bitch!"
As far as Alicia is concerned, she has moved on from the embarrassment of serving men for money. Now that she is more experienced, she does not care about what she does due to the use of drugs. Her ex-boyfriend tricked her into becoming a street walker and shortly thereafter left her for another woman.
As a result, here she is sucking on an average-sized Mexican cock whose odor she barely tolerated. At least she believes that he smells, as her senses are numb as a result of the heroin that her pimp provided. In addition, it is the middle of the day, but this is not unusual for Figueroa Street in Los Angeles. This alley lies between two rundown buildings and is littered with trash. Making this an ideal location for horny men seeking a quick thrill.
"Hurry up, Slut, I ain't got all day!"
Alicia doubles her efforts to induce orgasm in this smelly disgusting man as soon as possible. She is aware of the fact that he is approaching orgasm as he holds her head with both his hands.
"Ah!"
Alicia opens her mouth just enough to allow the man to see the thick goo enter her mouth as it squirts out of her mouth.The amount of cum he had was relatively small, and she finished him off quickly.
"Thanks, bitch!" the Mexican says as he quickly pulls up his pants and buckles them up before hurrying out of the alleyway.
Alicia is grateful that she received her payment first. It was not bad for a quick fifty dollars, she thought to herself. She is still squatting against a derelict building watching her john hustle out of the alley. The half-Latina, half-black girl was only wearing skintight pink booty shorts, and a thin dark-colored cami and her long black hair was coiled in a bun. She was on her third John by mid-day. In the first instance, she performed a quick blowjob in his car, and in the second instance, she performed a quick fuck in an alley near a trash bin. She has $200 in cash from all her efforts for the day.
Unfortunately, she has a pimp to pay, and he takes half of her cut because this is his street. In order to make this worthwhile for her, she needs multiple Johns a day.
As she straightens up, she walks out of the alley. Alicia then pulled out her cell phone and called her roommate, Chloe.She has been Alicia's dear friend for some time.
The receptionist at Mueller and Priest Architectural firm in downtown Los Angeles, Chloe Stewart, suffers from boredom. The 25-year-old brunette doodles on her notepad in order to prevent herself from falling asleep. She has not taken a phone call since early in the morning. Due to the prevalence of cell phones and the preference for texting or emailing, few people call the office anymore, but someone still needs to handle the front desk, and Chloe is fortunate enough to fill that role.
Her boredom was interrupted by the vibration of her cell phone inside her purse on the floor next to her. The call was from her best friend and roommate, Alicia.
Alicia and Chloe have been friends since college and roommates ever since. The two women have business degrees and unfortunately, Chloe secured this job as a receptionist that pays an adequate wage. However, her degree requires her to find a better position. On the other hand, Alicia had a good job, but her ex-boyfriend Jose fucked her, literally and figuratively. Somehow, he convinced her that she could make more money if she walks the streets with her body than if she had an honest job. Only a week after quitting her job, he left her. Chloe reminded herself to kick him in the nuts if she ever saw him again. After this incident, Alicia's life continued to spiral downward, and she became involved with a pimp who, in addition to taking a substantial cut of her earnings, also hooked her up with drugs, primarily heroin.
The past few months have brought many changes to Chloe's trusted friend, and she attempted to get her help but without success.
She picks up the phone and answers, "Hey Alicia, what's up?"
"Hey girl, I have my half of the rent. I'll be finished after dusk"
"Ok, please be careful! I still don't like what you're doing."
"Don't worry, Chaz makes sure his girls are taken care of."
Her friend's ongoing 'employment' truly concerns her.
"That's what I'm afraid, Hey, I feel like Chinese tonight, you game?"
"That's sounds good."
"Your usual?"
"You know it, see ya soon, Love ya"
Chloe recognizes that her friend enjoys only General Tso chicken. She is particularly fond of lo-mein.
Chaz, her pimp, always appears at the same location every day, so Alicia did not have to travel far to meet him. He refers to it as his pimp HQ. Located on the steps of another boarded-up derelict house. At dusk, Alicia had just finished her sixth client, but the last three were fuckings, and she is very sore from her experience being fucked by rubber-clad cocks.
"Hey, ho, how much you made today?", Chaz asked Alicia.
The thought of being talked about like this made Alicia uncomfortable. It's terrible enough that she does this as she withdraws the wad of cash from her breast, which had been safely concealed.
