Thursday Evening
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
3,312
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Thursday Evening
This was based on a conversation I heard between two people. Then there really was an exchange of money. That was a funny interaction.
Anyway, I decided to try something different from what I normally do. I decided to just try to write something that was sweet. I think I succeeded.
The part after the border is the prostitute's thoughts/feeligns/etc.
As always, reviews are appreciated to improve the writing style.
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I filled my car up all the way today. That cost over thirty bucks. This was a luxury I've not had in a time. Even without cable, and with both jobs, I still barely have enough. But- I have enough. I have enough. I can keep going for another week.
For three hours I will have him. I can be happy.
I've told no one. Not even him. Maybe tonight I will. But... it's too hard to say, and he knows it. It's our night, though. Thursday is always our night.
I wish he'd be happy. He's too mournful. What if I miss him? Or if he's not there? He drives me insane. I should not go... he's dangerous. That's what they'd say, if they knew.
But they do not know.
I'm driving now. I see him. He's still too skinny. 'You should eat' I tell him. He does, he says. I hand him the money, and I take him home. I ravage him physically, while he does the same mentally. I beg him to eat something. He does, a sandwich, and makes me one too.
And now is the time:
"Thank you for your services."
"No problem."
"You're expensive, but you are worth it."
He just smiles and leaves. I start to think of how I can afford him next week.
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Today's Thursday. It's usually slow tonight. For everyone but me. I've got a repeat John. I know a few things about him now. Not a lot, but way more than I did at the beginning. It's the price of the occupation.
He's handsome. Well-endowed. And he always picks me. It's very flattering, if nothing else. He's like clockwork, too. He alwyas shows up on Thursdays, at around 12:45. Ever since we met, he's been here.
I keep expecting him to fail. To not be here. To leave me with some strange man I don't trust.
I don't even have to search for his car. It finds me easily.
I climb in and get handed money. Then, I am told to eat. I assure him that I do. That is why I like him so. He shows a bit of concern. A rarity.
He takes me home. It smells like him. He screws me literally, and mentally. I make sandwiches. As I turn to leave:
"Thank you for your services."
"No problem."
"You're expensive, but you're worth it."
I smile and leave. Outside, I close my eyes and steel myself for the upcoming week. I wish it were Thursday again.
Anyway, I decided to try something different from what I normally do. I decided to just try to write something that was sweet. I think I succeeded.
The part after the border is the prostitute's thoughts/feeligns/etc.
As always, reviews are appreciated to improve the writing style.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I filled my car up all the way today. That cost over thirty bucks. This was a luxury I've not had in a time. Even without cable, and with both jobs, I still barely have enough. But- I have enough. I have enough. I can keep going for another week.
For three hours I will have him. I can be happy.
I've told no one. Not even him. Maybe tonight I will. But... it's too hard to say, and he knows it. It's our night, though. Thursday is always our night.
I wish he'd be happy. He's too mournful. What if I miss him? Or if he's not there? He drives me insane. I should not go... he's dangerous. That's what they'd say, if they knew.
But they do not know.
I'm driving now. I see him. He's still too skinny. 'You should eat' I tell him. He does, he says. I hand him the money, and I take him home. I ravage him physically, while he does the same mentally. I beg him to eat something. He does, a sandwich, and makes me one too.
And now is the time:
"Thank you for your services."
"No problem."
"You're expensive, but you are worth it."
He just smiles and leaves. I start to think of how I can afford him next week.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Today's Thursday. It's usually slow tonight. For everyone but me. I've got a repeat John. I know a few things about him now. Not a lot, but way more than I did at the beginning. It's the price of the occupation.
He's handsome. Well-endowed. And he always picks me. It's very flattering, if nothing else. He's like clockwork, too. He alwyas shows up on Thursdays, at around 12:45. Ever since we met, he's been here.
I keep expecting him to fail. To not be here. To leave me with some strange man I don't trust.
I don't even have to search for his car. It finds me easily.
I climb in and get handed money. Then, I am told to eat. I assure him that I do. That is why I like him so. He shows a bit of concern. A rarity.
He takes me home. It smells like him. He screws me literally, and mentally. I make sandwiches. As I turn to leave:
"Thank you for your services."
"No problem."
"You're expensive, but you're worth it."
I smile and leave. Outside, I close my eyes and steel myself for the upcoming week. I wish it were Thursday again.