You sure had fun. It wouldn’t hurt being a hooker for one more day. You go back to your place. You count the money you made, but know 60% is for your pimp. You separate his share, and save your part on a box hidden behind a frame, “so cliche” you tell yourself as you lock the frame in place.
You get a call, it is Amber, you talk for hours. She sure enjoyed her first day, but she tells you that she got offered a job in the porn industry. You know your pimp will get mad. You explain to her it ain’t that easy leaving. She starts crying. You grab your notebook and wish for her to be able to leave being a hooker with out a problem. Her tears stop “i already talked to him, and he said no problem” she says. You congratulate her.
You spend the rest of the day getting laid. You are learning a lot, what turns you on, what turns guys on. But at the end of the day you feel exhausted, so happy, but exhausted. You then grab your notebook and write your next wish.
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