The man beside me has finally fallen asleep. My queue to leave has arrived. I get off the bed, ever so slowly so that the sleeping man doesn’t wake and pull on my pants. Slip on my shirt that was draped across a chair and grab the money off the top of the television. $500. I’m lucky. I got a big tip.nextI check my watch. 3:15 am. Shit, I’m late. I bolt from his hotel room and hail a taxi once I reach the outside. He asks me where I’m going. Where am I going? I pull out a folded piece of paper from my pocket while mumbling to myself a list of hotels I might be at. I don’t even know what city I’m in. I check the paper; JC was nice enough to remind me to write it down so that I wouldn’t run into psycho killers. Look who’s talking. I look back at the driver “Trump hotel.” He nods and we’re on our way.
Only the thought of being caught by Lance or Joey scares me. They frown on the lifestyle I have created for myself. JC doesn’t care and Chris urges me to do it. It feeds his addiction mainly. I fuck the guys, he gets the drugs. And if I don’t get drugs, he gets two-thirds of my money. In a way I guess, every whore needs a pimp. Mine just happens to be my best friend.
I wasn’t always selling my body for a lame fuck. It started a little over a year ago just shy of when my girlfriend, whom I planned to spend the rest of my life, died. Not of natural causes or any other shit like that. JC killed her. No one talks about it much just because we just value our life. As far as I know, JC has threatened all four of us but I’m pretty sure Lance, Joey and Chris doesn’t know that he did it. Only that he was a part of it. We’ll just leave it at that.
He cut her up. Raped her. Burned her. All in that order too. Sick really. I knew he was fucked but I didn’t think he could do such a thing. A normal, sane boyfriend would immediately call the Feds on the guy but I didn’t. Yes, I loved Andrea with all my heart, but I loved to fuck around so much more! If only people knew the whole story. Maybe in time I’ll tell. As for me now, the driver’s calling for his money and I’m back at the hotel. Three hours wait. Hope I’m not too late.