Let Me Please You

AUTUMN’S POV

My eyes flutter as the ear-deafening noise from the alarm clock scares off that wonderful dream. I was having sex with a wolf, and god was he...words actually won’t let me describe how that felt. Gosh, it is time for work now.

I live in this nasty ass whore house with a bunch of people who happen to all be LGBT+, and it sometimes can get freaky. We have sex with each other once in a while, and they aren’t jealous of anyone either.

We are all family because even though we are total strangers at times, we all understand each other’s situation, but I stay here because, you know, for the sex and they don’t try and steal my money.

I always was a troubled child. Now I’m a society’s problem. Oh, I can’t help but chuckle every time I try and cheer myself up. I can’t help it because, honestly, as long as I get fucked it doesn’t matter now, does it?

I’m going to dress up because today I’m turning nine-teen bitches! Yes, I was a teenage prostitute, but who judges nowadays. Age around here doesn’t matter because only dudes come around here, so they don’t give a rat’s ass or as I like to say ‘they don’t have that motherly love.’ A woman came around my corner once, and she just wanted a distraction, which I did give her.

My mom died during my labor and didn’t even finish delivering and had my shoulders not already made it out of her gorilla grip cooch; I wouldn’t have made it either. My dad was just a dead beat after ‘the love of his life left him with just a piece of her,’ which he always told me. I raised myself and left his home when I was 15 and started selling my intimate bits for good money. I can afford a lovely home, but I rather have a nice room in this nasty house full of different people than be alone in some suburbs.

I have nothing special planned for this birthday except tag-teaming a corner with my good friend Liz. She and I have done this for every birthday since I turned 16 because we share the same birthday, June 2nd.

It’s already 3 in the morning, and I always wake up at 2 am to go out, but I let myself sleep more for this special occasion. It’s a bright night this June 2nd, and I ready to hit the streets of Mott Haven in the Bronx, glad I don’t live in Hunts Point.

I’m wearing skinny black shorts and have my yellow thong showing wearing a black crop top. I have yellow strappy 4-inch heels on, and my brown hair is straight. I have long, thick black lashes on and clear lipgloss. My skin is clear, and I’m only sporting 2 or 4 blackheads since I used a nose strip yesterday. I love how these heavy ass lashes make my black eyes look more attractive.

(Autumn) -her hair is a lighter brown-

Liz is tall and slender; she towers over me at 5′8 since I’m only 5′2. She has olive skin and has brown hair, but it’s darker than mine. Her green eyes are dark yet beautiful. She is a b cup, and I’m not judging it fits her body. She came here a little after me, and she was sporting very deep hip dips, but now they aren’t there. She has stretch marks from growing the muscle there, and it adds to her beauty.

(Elizabeth)

She was wearing the same outfit as me, but her thong and heels were red. She came up to me as I waited for her by the back door, and we headed for my usual corner. It was across a bar and grill many men went to for meetings and usually where they to for a drink.

There was a man by the door of the bar, and he made his way to her. They went to the alley 16 ft from the corner. I started to laugh as I heard her moan because usually, we were the ones pleasing them, and it sounded like she was the one being satisfied.

I leaned against the light pole admiring my snake tattoo on my leg I got last week. The snakes had their mouth wide open and were sticking their tongues out. One snake by my knee was smoke a cigar, and another on my inner thigh looked like it was seductively licking me, but all the snakes were knotted together being held by a female made which represented my own.

I loved this tattoo, and I was so focused on it I didn’t realize someone’s eyes on me and someone else right behind me. I turned to the man looking at me from across the street, and when I met his eyes, I was immediately turned on. I focused again on the person behind me, and he was a regular customer. I didn’t know his name, but we fucked once every week.

“Hello again,” I said to him as I pushed my hips into his crotch. I had no problem letting him fuck me again. “Hello to you too beautiful” He grabbed my hair, slightly arching my back. This neighborhood didn’t have many cops on this street, usually, so I let him push me into the brick wall of an apartment building.

The other man was still staring at me, and he was looking at me quite curious. My customer wasted no time pushing my thin shorts to the slide and entered me hard, causing me to moan. We were away from the light the street light gave off. I didn’t think the other man could see, but having him watching me excited me. When he started to over to where I was, I got so excited I had an orgasm. My customer kept going till he finished, and he released it on the ground.

The other man reached me just as my customer secretly gave me 150 dollars, which was what I usually charged. I fixed myself as he walked off, and this new man came closer to me, making me wet my thong. I’d never been more turned on by a man in my entire life.

“Hi, can I do anything for you?” I honestly hope he was a customer because being close to him drove me wild with need. “Yes, tell me your name and then come back to my hotel with me.” I never gave my name out to anyone for safety reasons, but if that’s what he wants, then that’s what he will get.

“I’m Autumn, and of course, just let me tell my friend goodbye.” I want over to Liz, and she was getting fucked from behind with her chest on the ground and her ass high in the air. She was giving her all to this man, and she was making at least 500 because she charged more. “Hey, I’ll be home in the morning. I’m taking off happy birthday hoe love you,” she told me happy birthday between each thrust, and I made my way back over the man.

We ended up at his hotel, and we went 23 rounds, and I’m not joking when I said this man owed me 3,284 dollars. He fell asleep, and I don’t think he realized I was a prostitute. I got washed in his shower and went to his wallet. There were 5,000 and a black card with the name Nathan Goodwin on it. I took all the money and made my way to his dresser taking his oyster perpetual 41 Rolex watch and the sky-dweller Rolex. I saw both of his phones and saw that one had an all-black lock screen, and the other had a picture of him and a woman. I took the phone that had the image with the woman, and it was an iPhone 11. I left a note saying thanks.

I left his hotel and went to a 24-hour pawn shop. I sold all of his stuff for 17,700 dollars. I left for home, and when I got there, I placed it in my money bag that was in between my headboard and the wall. I made 22,850 dollars tonight. I hope Mr. Goodwin wasn’t too mad since I left his iPhone XR, his black card, his Lamborghini, and his MacBook alone.

He owed me anyway since he bit my neck, leaving a scar.