After a minute or two Mitch ends the call and closes his cell phone with a big smile on his face.

“What are you doing tonight?”  He asked me with a twinkle in his eye.  That sparkle always means he has a special client for me.  I wonder who I’ll possibly be fucking tonight.  I pray that it’s a guy with a small dick because after my night with Dion last night, I can’t take another dick in me so soon.  He didn’t care that I had just finished fucking the last few hours, he was horny and he wanted me to take care of him.  That’s exactly what I did, right after he gave me another shot of smack in my vein. 

“Actually that’s why I’m here.  I was hoping you had a job for me.  Because I need to pay Dion soon and I barely have enough to cover the minimum, even after last night. ” I told him, hoping that that twinkle meant what it always did.  Dion makes me suffer when I don’t come up with the money he needs every month.  The last time I was short, he made me fuck his younger brother and cousin, at the same time.  I don’t need to go into details, but I will say they were not gentle with me.  Since then I’ve tried to make sure I have the right amount each and every time.

“I have the perfect job for you tonight.  The guy I just got off the phone with called me a couple of days ago, asking me if I had some beautiful girls working here.  He didn’t want any girl who looked like a hooker and I immediately thought of you.  I knew you would be the perfect candidate for the job so I sent him your photos.  He called to tell me yes, his client has selected you.”   He explains with excitement bubbling in his throat.  It’s amazing how he can get excited over selling pussy.   

“Wait…uh, which photos did you send him?” 

“The ones on the beach where you are almost naked, those are beautiful pictures.”  He said with a widening grin. 

I panicked.  I don’t look anything like the bright-eyed girl in those pictures anymore.  “You know that I don’t look like that girl anymore right?  I don’t have that shinny blond hair, those big clear blue eyes or the body!”  I cried out, hoping he would understand the dilemma.  He’s feeding some sucker false hope.  I’m a junkie and I think I look like a junkie, no one would think otherwise.