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Prostitution: The Key to Love

Chapter 2
Day 1
Wow, isn't being a slave nice.
Even the "customers" abuse me like crazy.
I had 14 different "customers" today.
John told me to just do my job, and get out. 
That's what I did, but he didn't give me protection and my "customers" don't bring any.
For all I know I could have a billion different diseases.
All of them just kinda came in the room, and the next thing i knew they had no clothing on.
John had set up a video camera in the room directed at the bed, and charge $35 a video.
Not only am I having s*x for money, he's selling videos.
And not just to the people I'm doing this with, he's selling them to anyone.
And he's charging $150 per hour, and I only get $50 of each job, the rest he keeps.
If I don't agree he hurts me.
When the "customers" hit me or anything, he just laugh.
He's only doing all of this for love, but it's tough love.
Plus, I love him, and I said I'd do anything fo him, but this isn't what I ment.
I'm scared of him.
After my day at work, John made me make dinner and then he made me have s*x with him.
And when I asked, if we could wait unti later he punched me.

Note: Sorry, I haven't been writing I can only use my computer at my dad's,
and it's kind of indefinite when I'm here.
 

Every once in a while you see a fight break out on witty,
and people start being mean to others.
Then, like someone waved a wand over us,
everyone is nice again.
Helping each other get through another day alive, 
or encouraging them to stop self harming.
All of these people on this site are amazing and courageous.
A lot of people couldn't handle mentoring people that are depressed, 
but we can because we have gone through it.
We've been in their situation.

People just need to keep their mouths shut, and quit judging others.
You aren't cool, get a life.

I've always wanted that mother daughter relationship from..
LOL.

Prostitution: The Key to Love

Chapter 1
"Look Melissa, I've been thinking." John said sitting on our bed in our apartment.
"About what?" I said, hapipily sitting in his lap.
"I don't want to teach anymore." he confessed.
"Uhm, okay? What do you want to do?" I  asked slightly puzzled.
"I don't want to do anything, but I know what you're gonna do." he whispered into my ear.
"What?" I asked, thinking he ment we were gonna have s*x.
"You're gonna become a prostitute." he smiled.
He said it like it solved everything.
"No, I'm not. I"m going to college, and having s*x with people for money is dangerous." I said shocked.
"Look," he said shoving me on the ground, "You'll do what I say or you'll be punished."
"What?" I asked.
He reached down and slapped me across the cheek. 
"What are you doing?" I yelped in pain.
"You'll do as I say, and if you tell anyone, you'll be dead." he said with a scary smile.
"Now," he shouted, " I'm sick of unloading your stuff. You finishing unpacking, and make dinner. Then we will have us some s*x. Got it?"
"Yes." I said scared out of my mind.

 

Sorry I haven't continued my story.
I've been at my mom's and I don't have a computer here.
I'll write again when I get to my dad's.
Please don't lose interest!

Prostitution: The Key to Love
Prologue
Being 19 and falling in love with your teacher is a stupid idea.
It gets worse.
His name is John, and mine is, well whatever they call me.
My real name is Melissa, but seriously, no one cares.
John quit his job after I graduated. 
I guess when I graduated and we couldn't hook up in his classroom, he didn't wanna be there.
He didn't wanna work actually.
After I graduated and moved in with him, he became abusive.
And, since he didn't wanna work, he made me become a prostitute.
John makes me sleep with people for money.
I have to make a certain amount of money buy the end of the day, or it gets worse..
This isn't how I imagined living my life.
I totally didn't imagine falling in love with a client.
And of all clients, it had to be a girl...
Anna..



Author Note: Okay guys, this is just like a quick preview of a girl who is forced to prostitute, but then falls in love with a girl client. It's a mix or straight and lesbien relationships.

 

Ask me any questions on ask.fm

Cutting is a cry for help,
but the truth is you don't want anyone to see.
You don't want anyone to see because it's showing you weren't tough enough,
but the truth is, you were tougher than you had to be.
 

"I'm not crying." he said, trying to be manly.
"Just sit down." I said, gesturing to the bed.
"Jadyn-" he satrted but I cut him off.
"Look, I love you and Hannah so much it hurts. But this, this is a tough situation. I'm in love with my teacher. I want to be apart of this family. I'm not leaving. Ever." I promised.
"Good, I can't lose you."  he said kissing me. 




The End.
I just don't know what to write in this story anymore so yeah,