Lauryn-Prostitute Panties
Panty set: red with black lace
Lauryn sat in the middle of the living room floor of her dingy one bedroom apartment looking at all the bills she had no way of paying. Yesterday she’d lost her job at a small diner around the corner. She’d walked in and the owner, Clyde, told her that he couldn’t afford to keep her on. He just had too many waitresses and since she was the last to get hired, she was the first to go. She’d walked home dejectedly thinking that all the ugly things her mama had said about her were true.
Lauryn Parks had been born and raised in the south. Her mother had raised her single handedly until Lauryn had turned 18 and decided the south wasn’t the place for her! All her life she had dreamed of making it big. She longed to live the glamorous lifestyles of the famous women she grew up watching on T.V. When she’d graduated from high school, she saw her chance and took it. Never once looking back.
Now five years later her she was broke, possibly soon to be homeless, and nowhere close to being an actress. She’d had no luck at the few agencies she’d gone to when she first got to the city. Everyone told her to find an agent. She’d never found one willing to represent her for anything except adult films. Maybe she should have taken them up on their offers.
She stared forlornly at the bills once more and then got up and left her apartment thinking maybe a walk might help to clear her head. She walked along the street in what could easily be considered one of the poorest neighborhoods in the city. She passed women peddling their wares as the Johns stopped to see if the price was right. A black jag pulled up to the curb and flagged her down. She stopped, although in the back of her mind she knew that she probably shouldn’t have. The dark tinted window rolled down and she heard a voice, but saw no face. “How much?” the voice asked. She shouldn’t have been surprised at the question but she couldn’t help but to be a little offended. She didn’t think she was dressed inappropriately in her simple white tank top, denim shorts cut off at the knees and some white shoes she’d gotten from the Goodwill. “Um excuse me sir, but I’m not a prostitute.” Either he didn’t hear her, or he didn’t care because he asked her again.
“How much?”
“I just said I’m not a prostitute.”
“I’ll give you five hundred dollars.”
That gave Lauryn pause. She hadn’t seen that much money at one time in her entire life. True she wasn’t a prostitute, but she was on the verge of being homeless. Five hundred dollars would give her the time to find another job. She took a step in his direction, and then stopped. “What am I doing?’ she asked herself. She’d heard many stories about entrapment by the police from some of the girls that sometimes came into the restaurant. She stood in indecision. Her rent was due tomorrow. She only had one hundred of the two fifty that she owed this month. She took another step toward the jag. She hadn’t eaten all day. All that was left in her kitchen was half a loaf of bread that was probably moldy and enough rice for maybe one meal. She took another step. The window rolled down some more, and she took another step until she was standing right next to the car. She caught a whiff of some masculine cologne she couldn’t recognize. “Did you say five hundred dollars?” she almost whispered. “Yes”, he said. “For one hour of your time”. He then held up five one hundred dollar bills for her to see. He opened the door and invited her into the leather interior of his luxury car. Against her better judgment, she got in(no part of this may be copied, published, or used in any way shape or form w/o the permission of the author)
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