I had grown up poor, I knew desperation when I saw it. That poor girl was so desperate I’m not even sure that she knew what she was putting herself through.
I met her on a street corner heading to work, whoring herself out as usual. I had seen her quite a few times, but always kept my distance. Something about that day had made me shuffle my feet while going past, whether idle interest, or just extra horny, I couldn’t tell but I lingered longer than normal. The man she was currently attempting to service was becoming rather loud and threating.
