Okay, this is a story about a 16 year old hooker and the things she goes through.  I might make this one into a series.  It has potential!  :)

	I lay under Kyle as he thrust his cock deep inside me.  I moaned for his benefit, making him feel I was enjoying him as much as he was enjoying me.  With a loud moan I felt his cock spasm inside me as he came.  I let out a long moan of my own, pretending to cum with him.
	He collapsed on top of me, spent, and it was all I could do to just lay there and not shove his ass off of me.  He caught his breath and the slid off of me.  He lay on the bed next to me, grinning.
	You are so good, baby, he said breathlessly.
	I gave him a plastic smile and said, Thats why you keep coming back for more.
	He nodded and then looked past my towards his night stand.  I looked over and saw his clock said: 4:46 P.M.  
	Shit! He said, scrambling out of bed.  My dad will be home soon.  Youve gotta go.
	I lay right where I was and said, I get paid and then I get going, buddy.
	He bent down, tossing his shirt aside to grab his discarded pants.  He pulled his wallet out and pulled out sixty dollars.  He tossed the cash at me and said, There! Now hurry up.
	I rolled my eyes at him and got dressed.  I didnt hurry.  Hurrying and worrying were his jobs.  Id done mine already.
	He rushed me out of the house and practically slammed the door behind me.  I rolled my eyes again and headed down the sidewalk for the bus stop.  As I walked, his dad drove past my, looking my up and down.  I gave him a little wink and continued on my way, wondering if maybe I could get Kyles dad as a customer too.  That would be hilarious!
	While I waited for the bus, I pulled out my phone and checked my schedule.  I didnt have anything until eight so I had time to go home and catch a shower before heading out for my next job.
	Id been selling my body since I was thirteen and Id turned it into a pretty damn profitable business over the last three years.  I had clients all over town and only took referrals I know were clean and could pay.  I also made damn sure my clients kept their mouths shut about me to the wrong kind of people.  Being TOO notorious could be a bad thing for business.  It might attract the wrong kind of attention.
	Once the bus got there, late as usual, I got on and spent almost an hour getting back across town to where I lived.  I wont call it home.  Home is where the heart is and my heart isnt anywhere near this damn place.
	I unlocked the front door and then climbed the three flights of stairs to the apartment.  I unlocked the three locks and then went inside.  Closing and relocking the door, I tried to navigate through the wasteland that made up the apartment.
	Lyssa?  Is that you, girl? My mother screeched from the kitchen.
	I felt my shoulders slump at the sound of her voice.  Reluctantly, I turned and walked into the kitchen, avoiding Harry, my 5 year old brother, as he barreled out of the kitchen.  I gave it a second and Tommy, my three year old brother, came running after Harry, crying and screaming about some toy or something.
	I walked in to the kitchen, the smell of the unwashed dishes like a slap in the face.  My other sat at the small table by the window, her ashtray sitting in front of her, overflowing with butts as she lit, yet another, cigarette.
	I glanced over at my sister Jackie and she gave me a glare before going back to making whatever they were having for dinner.  She was pissed that I got to come and go as I pleased and she was stuck here doing all the housework and being moms bitch.  Id rather suck a cock than do anything the old woman wanted any more.
	Yeah? I asked my mother, trying to reign in the glare I wanted to give her.  She was the entire reason I sold myself.  It had been her pimping me out to one of her drug dealers, the man who had taken my virginity at thirteen, that had given me the idea of selling myself for money.
	Im a little light on cash for rent this month.  Youre gonna need to come up with some extra, she said, her cigarette dangling from her lips.
	I sighed, wondering where shed spent the welfare this time.  Probably on goddamn cigarettes the way she smoked.
	How much? I asked, looking out the window past her.  I couldnt look at her directly any more.  I couldnt stand to see the yellowness of her eyes or the strawberry blond hair that had once had such luster but was now dirty and hanging limply.  She had become the embodiment of everything I hated and would never let myself become.
	Two hundred, she said.
	Two hundred wasnt all that much.  Id probably make that in one job Friday night but there was no way I was going to let her know that.  She had to keep believing I was just getting by or pretty soon Id be supporting her worthless ass.
	Goddammit, Mom, I cant get that kind of money this close to the end of the month! I snapped, stomping my foot to add to the feigned anger.
	She glared at me through the haze of cigarette smoke and said, You better up your price then cause we need it.  Your brother got laid off and his unemployment dont kick in until after the first.
	Great!  Now Greg was going to be home all the time too.  Yet another reason to spend as much time away from this shithole as I could.
	Fine, I snapped.  Somehow Ill find a way to get it but that means I aint buying groceries next week.
	She gave me one last glare before turning back to the little TV that sat on the table just for her.  Having been dismissed I stomped through the apartment and into the room Jackie an I shared.  Slamming the door behind me, I walked over to the chest I kept locked on my side of the room.  I pulled out my key and unlocked it.
	Inside I kept all of my work clothes and a few other things.  I didnt keep my money at home.  Ha!  Theyd find it and spend it all without a thought.  My friend Elaine had let me borrow her social security card and birth certificate so I could get a fake ID in her name.  The ID said I was eighteen and let me open a bank account, keeping my money safely away from my loving family.
	I sorted through my clothes, looking for the right ones for tonight before making my way to the bathroom.  For once the damn thing was unoccupied so I hurried in and locked the door behind me.
	I stripped and got in for a quick shower.  I let the hot water run all over my body, getting myself all cleaned up for the next guy to make me dirty.  I soaped myself up, getting any scent Kyle may have left on me off.  I washed off and then rubbed my hands over my breasts, feeling my skin, making sure it was smooth.  I cupped my little B cup breasts and checked them, making sure Kyle hadnt left any hickeys or bruises.  I rubbed my fingers between my legs, feeling the hairless skin around my pussy.
	Id just gotten a wax job so I knew I was good but I always checked.  When it came to my money makers I was very careful.
	I checked the rest of my body and made sure I was good to go.  I turned off the shower and got out.  I dried off and wiped the steam from the mirror and inspected myself.
	My strawberry blond hair, the only trait I shared with my mother, had a natural curl to it that I hated but the guys loved.  It looked like Id need to crimp it a little before I went.  I looked over my face closely, the last thing I needed a big pimple sitting on my nose.  I smiled and made sure my teeth were as white as ever.  With all the coffee Id started drinking Id had to start using whitening strips to keep them as pearly as I wanted.
	I met my eyes in the mirror and stared into them.  Guys said my eyes were like deep blue seas they could get lost in, the only thing my dad had left me before bailing on us.  At least hed left me something useful.
	Someone pounded on the door and I told them to fuck off as I finished getting ready.  I looked myself over in the mirror, making sure everything was just right.  I had my hair pulled behind my head in a professional looking bun.  My white dress shirt was buttoned up to my throat and my black slacks didnt have any wrinkles I could see.  I picked up a pair of glasses off of the sink and put them on, finishing the look my next appointment had requested.
	I left the bathroom, going back to my room long enough to make sure my trunk was locked before I headed for the door.  I unlocked the front door before yelling, Im leaving. Ill be back late.
	I slipped out the front door quickly, getting out before someone asked me to do something.  I hurried down the stairs and out of the building.  I made my way to the Salad Creations place at the end of the block for dinner.  No way in hell was I eating at home.  I was pretty sure Jackies cooking had been what killed most of the cockroaches that had once infested the apartment.
	With dinner done, I made my way to the bus stop for the half hour ride to my appointment.  I made it to my appointment a little early but I knew he wouldnt mind.  
	I pulled a security card out of my purse and slid it through the lock on the front of the building.  The light turned green and I heard the lock click open.  I headed into the building and made my way over to elevators.  
	I made my way up the tenth floor and headed for my clients office.  The front doors to Ericson & Livemoore were unlocked, as usual.  I entered the office and made my way towards Mr. Ericsons office.  
	His office doors were closed, all like normal, and in the lobby of his office, on his secretarys desk, I found the pile of folders that were waiting for me.  I set my purse on his secretarys desk and picked up the folders.  Folders in hand, I knocked on his office door.
	Come in, he said.
	I opened the doors and walked into his office.  I loved coming here.  His office was almost as big as the apartment and always smelled better.  The view out of his windows, at the rest of the towers of downtown and the sea of lights that spread out past them never failed to take my breath away.
	Mr. Ericson sat behind his desk, looking at something on his monitor, as I brought the folders to his desk.  I set them down on the corner and gave him a long look.  Hed been a client for about a year, referred by another lawyer we both knew, and, in that year, hed been a steady weekly job.
	I could see hed lost even more weight since the last time Id seen him.  Stress at home, stress at work and stress about the economy were starting to eat him up.  Looking at the shiny spot on the top of his head I could see hed also lost a little more hair.  At fifty time and stress looked like they were wearing him down.
	Here are the files you asked for, Mr. Ericson, I said.
	He glanced over at them and then grunted.  He started to turn away but stopped and looked at me.  He looked me up and down, a hungry look in his eyes as he did.
	He sat back in his chair and asked, Ms. Johnson, how long have you worked here?
	Id never asked who Ms. Johnson was but I knew the name had a lot of meaning for him.
	Over two years now, Mr. Ericson, I said.
	And youve done amazing during that time, he said.  I think its about time for another raise for you.
	I looked down and smiled, Thank you, Mr. Ericson.
	He waggled a finger at me and said, But there is some extra work youll have to do to make up for this raise.
	I lifted my head and met his eyes.  I nodded and said, I can do it, Mr. Ericson.
	He smiled and reached out to take my hand.  I put a look of worry on my face and asked, What would my new duties include, sir?
	His smile grew wider and he stood, my hand still clasped in his.  He pulled me closer and put my hand against the hard lump in his pants.
	I yanked my hand away, acting shocked.
	Mr. Ericson, what the hell do you think youre doing?
	Showing you your extra duties, Ms. Johnson.  Youll be well taken care off as long as you do them and do them well, he said.
	I will not do that! I snapped.  Youre a married man!
	He laughed and said, And you have two kids to feed, am I right?  It would be terrible if their mother suddenly found herself without work.  How would Child Services feel if there were complaints against her because she had no job and couldnt take care of her kids?  She might never see those kids again.
	I stood there staring at him, a look of shock and disgust on my face.  Whoever Ms. Johnson had been he really seemed to have a hate for her.
	You wouldnt, I whispered mustering up a few tears.
	He grinned at me and said, Oh, yes, I would.
	I stood there for a moment, letting a few tears run their way down my cheeks, before I whispered, What do you want me to do?
	You can start by taking off my pants, he said.
	I took tiny steps over to him, making the moment last and pretending to be ashamed of what I was doing.  All the things he wanted.
	I pulled his belt loose and then unbuttoned his pants.  I slid the zipper down, pulling his pants away from him like I didnt want to feel his hard cock.  I let his pants slide down, leaving him standing there in his silk boxers.
	Take down the rest, please, he said.
	I gulped and took a hold of the waistband of his boxers.  I pulled them down, averting my eyes from his cock and letting him see the look of revulsion on my face.  I stood in front of him, shaking, making him see my disgust at him and my disgust at me.
	Get on your knees, he ordered.
	I made a whimpering sound as I knelt in front of him, still not looking at him.
	Open your eyes, he said.
	I whimpered again and shook my head.
	Please, I whispered.
	Open your eyes, you fucking bitch.  Look at it! He demanded.
	I cracked my eyes open a little and saw his hard cock standing out, waiting for me.  
	Put your hand on it, he said.
	Slowly, I reached out and wrapped my hand around the shaft of his cock.  He let out a long moan and said, Suck it, bitch.  Suck my cock or youre going to be out on your worthless ass.
	I wept a little more for him before I leaned forward to put his cock into my mouth.  I stopped just before I did and pleaded with him one last time.
	Please dont make me do this, I said.  Just let me out of here and Ill never tell anyone about this.
	He grinned a malevolent grin down at me. 
	You better do it and do it good or Ill fire your ass and make sure everyone knows you came onto me.  I will ruin you.
	Letting out a loud sob, I leaned forward and slipped his cock into my mouth.  I bobbed my head up and down, rubbing my lips up and down his shaft.
	He grabbed my hair and moaned, That feels so good.  You have a mouth like a whore, bitch.  Do you know that?
	I licked the underside of his cock as I slid him in and out of my mouth.  I gripped his shaft tight and started stroking him as I sucked him.  He moaned louder as I worked him.  It wasnt too long before his breathing got louder and faster and he started to thrust his hips, shoving his cock into my mouth.
	He grabbed my hair and grunted loud as he came in my mouth.  I tasted the saltiness of his cum and he filled my mouth with his seed.  I swallowed it all, taking every drop of cum from him.
	He pulled back, pulling his cock from my mouth.  Grabbing a hold of his cock he said, Unbutton your shirt.
	What? I asked, pretending not to know what he meant.
	Unbutton your fucking shirt! He yelled.
	I quickly unbuttoned my shirt, exposing just the tops my breasts to him.  His cock still in hand, he stepped closer and bent a little at the knees.  He rubbed the last drops of his cum against the exposed tops of my breasts.  He rubbed his cock in my cleavage, leaving the last drop of him cum to drip down between my breasts.
	With a satisfied look on his face, he pulled up his boxers and pants.  He sat back down at his desk while I stood up, careful to leave my shirt open so he could see the cum on my breasts.
	Very good, as always, Lyssa, he said, still breathless from his exertions.
	I smiled and said, Always a pleasure, Mr. Ericson.
	He pulled open his desk drawer and pulled out me fee.  He handed me the crisp pair of hundred dollar bills and said, Would it be possible to move our weekly visit to Wednesday next week?  I have an awards ceremony I have to attend on our usual night.
	I didnt have my phone on my so I couldnt check my calendar but as good of a client as he was, and as good as he paid, I wasnt going to say no.
	Same time? I asked.
	Yes.  Oh, and one other thing.
	I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him.
	He pulled a card out of his desk and handed it to me.  I eyed it before looking back at him.
	Its a client of mine.  He is very discreet and has a need for a lady of your talents.  I told him Id give you his card and you would choose whether or not to cal him, he said.
	Yet another reason Mr. Ericson was on my short list of favorite clients.  He was good at getting me more business.  Plus he had discreet friends with discreet needs, my kind of people.
	Ill give him a call, I said.
	Thank you and have a good evening, he said, turning back to his computer now that I was dismissed.
	Good evening, sir, I said, turning and making my way out of his office.
	I closed his doors behind me and grabbed my purse.  I slid the money and card hed given me into my purse and made my way over to the bathroom. I went inside and took some paper towels from the dispenser.  I took off my shirt, careful to keep it away from his cum, and set it on the sink.  I wet the paper towels and washed his cum off of my breasts.
	Once I was clean, I put my shirt back on and checked myself in the mirror.  Everything looked good for the tip home.  I pulled my phone out of my purse and saw Id only been here about twenty minutes.  
	Two hundred dollars for twenty minutes work and a possible new client, not too bad of a night at all.  Add to that I had the money I need for mom and it made for a really good night.
	I left Mr. Ericsons building and headed for the bus stop.  Maybe I could get a hotel room for the night and just short mom the difference.  Thoughts of a clean bed and a clean room had my mouth watering.
	I got on the bus, headed for a nice peaceful evening to myself and wondering about the card Mr. Ericson had given me.  What new kink was I in store for next?
