Frank's P.O.V

“I’ll take the young one with the tattoo” the man in the car said; they always asked for me. Out of all the prostitutes here I was the youngest; only 18 years old and still in high school…but no one needed to know that. The scorpion tattoo showed off on my neck which people liked for some reason. I walked over, my high heels clacking on the pavement and approached the vehicle.; high heels, pink mini skirt, and a simple shirt was what I always wear…it’s easier to fuck someone in a skirt then trying to shuffle your pants or shorts off.

I’ve been doing this since I was 17, left the house after my father got shit faced drunk and raped me; my mother obviously too scared to stop him I was left on the cold tile floor with searing pain running through me. After that night last year I left and never looked back; I needed money so got a job at this and now live in a small apartment near my high school; it eventually just became a thing and I stayed a prostitute. Yes it’s illegal but its great pay, and yes I’m well aware of the dangers but just forget about lecturing me. This night job is basically my second life; I’m a senior, I go to school then go home and do homework, eat, then when It’s dark I go to my usual spot with the other prostitutes.

I hopped in the vehicle and looked at the man that chose me; he was about in his late 20’s dark hair in a buzz cut, at least he was somewhat cute. It was at least better to get the cute ones.

“Hey sweetheart, what’s your name?” I purred my hand resting on his knee; the more sweet talk you are the more money you get.

“Mark, and you?” he smirked

“Frankie” I said my hand running slightly up his leg to his thigh giving my most seductive look. Well Frank but Frankie is more flirty

“Hot…Where to?” he asked looking towards the road

“Just anywhere private” He nodded and drove off; during the short drive my hand lightly rubbed his thigh to where I could see a bulge forming in his jeans. Once we stopped I looked around to see us in a alleyway; the usual place people go.

“So what’s the price?” he asked pulling out his wallet

“Forty for a hand job, sixty for a blow, and eighty for the fuck” I said seductively biting my lip; he grinned and pulled out a small bundle of cash

“I’ll take the fuck” he handed my some bills and I counted to make sure it was right; all eighty was there so I placed it under the elastic band that ran around my thigh, it was a good place since I had no pockets. I bit my lip again and swung my leg over so I was straddling him.

“You got a condom sweetie?” I asked and his eyes went wide

“Fuck I forgot!” He hissed annoyed that he did when he was this close to getting it; I do not fuck without protection, that was my rule and if someone said not to then I would give them there money back and jump out; I was touchy with hat because I am not very fond of getting a disease.

“No problem sweetheart” I chuckled pulling a condom out from under the elastic waist band, another good reason to have it. His face broke into a grin and I reached for his jean button where the bulge was now bigger and zipped it down; he lifted his hips up and I shuffled his pants down to be met with bare skin.

“Going commando there sweetheart?” I questioned biting my lip and looking at him from under my eyelashes

“Only for you” he said his hands making their way to my hips; I unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his decent length making a small groan come from him. He looked at me and his mouth somehow found its way to my tattoo; they always go for the tattoo to suck and bite on. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders I lifted myself up to get into position and lowered myself down onto him…you’re a stupid prostitute if you don’t prep yourself beforehand so I did it earlier; A slutty moan came from my throat and I can tell by his body language that he loved it. I waited just a moment before slowly bouncing up and down

“Moan for me, call me daddy” he groaned throwing his head back.

“Oh daddy you’re so big!” I moaned fulfilling his wishes; you had to be lying when you say that it was not pleasurable, I mean even still being a prostitute that doesn't mean a quick fuck has no feelings. I bounced faster and faster as he groaned louder

“Oh daddy!” I kept moaning as his groans got longer; I could tell he was close

“Cum for me; I want your sweet substance all over me” he said raising his head and wrapping his hand around my dick.

“Yes daddy” I responded, it wasn’t unusual for people asking you to come but I wouldn't do it unless commanded; you never know who could get mad at you for doing so.

“Fuck you’re so tight” he said through clenched teeth

“I’m close daddy” I groaned

“Good, cum all over my hand” he commanded and I obliged moaning out, my vision going white for a moment as I spilled my seed all over his hand; I felt him tense up as he groaned out and reached his orgasm…well my job was done. I threw myself back to the passenger’s seat as he sat panting his head back and his eyes closed but with a grin on his face; after a minute he opened his eyes and wiped his hand on his pants after pulling them back up and just throwing the used condom to the floor.

“I’ll drive you back” he said, I nodded as he backed the car out of the alleyway and into the road. Once back near the curb where other prostitutes were he pulled out his wallet

“This is for being so good” he handed me some more bills that I put in the band that I would count later.

“Thank you daddy” I purred

“I might come again soon”

“I’ll be expecting you then” I winked and he gave a nod as I opened the door and walked out; he drove off and I went back up to the curb.

“How was it?” Pete asked, Pete Wentz was another prostitute that hung around here also

“Another daddy kink” I said and he rolled his eyes; daddy kinks were very common with us.

“Well my shift is over so I have to back to Patrick” he said, Patrick was his pimp that he gave money to…me, I don’t have a pimp; I am what you call a ‘free prostitute’ That means I don’t have shifts, I could come for my job anytime I was any day I want; maybe one day I’m tired, I don’t have to go. This was very nice for me.

“I’m done for the day too” I said
“See you Pete” I said walking off; believe it or not, I have a car that I park just a block from here so I don’t have to walk far. Once inside I pulled out my money that I made for the night; let’s see Mark gave me a twenty dollar tip so over all tonight I made $360 dollars, Sweet! I looked at my phone that I kept in the car to see it was 1:45 AM, time to go home.
I drove off and when I pulled into a space I threw on my pants and sneakers because I think my neighbors would be weirded out if they saw me come back with a skirt and high heels on. Once inside my comfortable home I took a quick shower and got into my pajamas; I looked in the mirror and Mark had left a couple love bites and a hickey so I’ll have to cover that up with makeup for school tomorrow. I put my money in my safety lock box by the bed and then set my alarm; tomorrow was Monday, fuck! I lay down and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Notes

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