For Blacksmith brothers

“Don’t worry, Ria. Getting paid should be the last of your worry. Trust me. This is a legit site. You have my words.” Olivia told me but I still couldn’t do anything about the knots tightening in my gut. Did she actually believe that I was thinking about the money at this moment? I was worried sick about the kind of man I will be serving tonight?

Olivia and I had met from my time behind the bars. I was sentenced a six-month jail for the shop lifting. It was second time getting caught and they couldn’t let me off. I never knew who my father was. My mom was a crack and it was a miracle that I survived my infancy. Well, scratch that. I did have a grandmother. She got me in a school too. After her death I was thrown into the system. There would be times when I saw my mom once in a year. And, then I didn’t know where she was until one day I was informed about her death with an overdose. Well, no surprises there.

I was told if I could find a man who could support me I will be done for the life. But what I got was teen age boys in the system and none of them had any plans for the future. And, I was no different. I didn’t have any plans for the future too. And, I only realized it was a stupid move when I was eighteen and on my own. At first, I tried to survive it with other girls and do meagre jobs. Shoplifting was fun for me until it wasn’t and I got caught.

I didn’t know where my girls left to. They didn’t pick my phone after. Or maybe they changed numbers. They didn’t even return my emails. I remembered what Olivia told me about her address. She didn’t own this place too. She was living here with her friends. And, when you live with the sluts you are the next.

Serving my time behind the jail I learned I have to get it straight. For what and why I will think about it later. But for now, I wanted a lot of money. I wasn’t going to shop lift ever. I wasn’t going to go behind the bars ever. I was going to make a lot of money and buy a home so I never have to worry about a rent.

At first, joining a strip club sounded great. But my anxiety with the people could never let me. Also, someone told me that my short height would never make a great strip girl.

The other girls in this apartment Sasha and Miranda do the same stuff as Olivia. They had told me that I can always refuse to have sex with a customer if he comes out to be annoying and creepy. Olivia has told me to always trust my guts. But I didn't know if I will be able to do that. Also, it couldn't keep me from thinking that things can go down south too.

All the girls in our apartment have their regular customer too. And, I can’t help but get myself a regular too. Wouldn’t it be great? It would almost be like a relationship. Wouldn’t it be?

I cleared the small table we have been eating on. And, started getting ready. Of course, I had to borrow a lot of stuff from the girls. Most of their talk was about how they are going to buy their own house one day. And, I guess it pretty much helped me focus on the right thing too. I was the next. I was going to start talking about the same thing too.

I was given an address of a hotel room and from the location of it the man was sure going to be rich. And, the girls were of the view that I will get a huge tip. But I was still nervous. More so because I knew they had a way to give you a rating. And, it could affect my future work. And, from my last boyfriends and the men I have been with, they had never told me what it was. It was just sex. Sometimes in the home to get better food from the man of the house. Or with my boyfriend so he doesn’t break up with me.

But from today on I will do it as my job. And, I didn’t want to fuck it up. So, I reached on time. Pressing the elevator button I was still praying that I happen to encounter a nice man who gives me good time, five-star rating and nice wine. Or maybe food. How could I ever refuse to good food?

The elevator door opened with a ding and I walked into it. I stared at my belly that shouldn’t be this appearing. I think I should work on it. I had to work on it. Shouldn’t I? I wasn’t the kind of fat where my belly would be dropping. But it is something I could pinch on and have two inches in my fingers. And, before I knew I was already pinching on it.

Sighing I pressed for the top floor. There was a strange kind of anxiety settling in. The elevator door opened. I quickly figured that the floor had four suites on the top floor and I looked for the number one that was at the end of the corridor. I knocked on the door and only a few seconds later a man approached to open it. It was quite dark inside and I wasn’t given enough time to have a look at the person who had opened the door.

I stepped inside and closed the door after me. The man switched on the lights and I let my breath go. The man had a bottle of wine in his hand and was already walking away to what seems a living room with a sofa set. Never had I ever was railed in such a place. It was always in the back of a beat-up truck or dirty sheets of the foster homes.

He was tall and was wearing a suibeente. I was already loving how he smelled. I looked at his long fingers holding the wine bottle. Anticipating what those would be doing with me tonight.

“Come, have a seat,” The man turned around with a smile but looking at him mine shrank in an instant. I knew him. He was Mr. Blacksmith. My English teacher...”