Teen prostitute Stories

Lindsay meandered in a directionless circle on the corner of East Andreas Road and North Sunrise Way with a wireless Bluetooth device wedged in her ear. “I don’t know if we’re ever gonna reopen. That’s strictly up to the governor, no one else.” She tucked her hands in the back pockets of her cutoffs, causing them to slip lower on her slim hips and revealing the tattoo decorating her tailbone. Holy kamoly. The design consi...

“Look, baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.” It’d been a lengthy, exhaustive shift for Lindsay – four turbocharged, grueling parties and currently setting up a fifth that would end her first “real” day back to work after the emergence from shutdown. She’d come prepared for this midnight rendezvous, too: the slutty minidress, the three-inch platform shoes with the seven-inch spiked heels, the perfume, the bows a...

“Back in the day, we had paper registers – massive logbooks – and that’s how we kept track of revenue and expenses for the house, how many parties each girl had during their stays, their net payout, and so forth. I’m talking financial statements with the mortgage and licensing fees, liquor fees, water, electrical, and cable-Internet invoices … everything was kept on paper. The whole shebang. And it was a jumbled mess. “Bu...