Chapter 10: A Girl with No Home

The client stepped out of the car, and I glanced at him through the window. I couldn't make out a lot of how the client's face looked, since the window was dirty and the iron bars in front of the glass made it so I could only see slivers of the client through them. He walked inside the gate and stood there, waiting. I patted my dress and my hair, making sure I looked good before I went to greet him. He was my third and last client for the day, and I was earning the highest out of all the girls in Leonardo's "business venture."

When Leonardo had his thug take me away that night, I was scared and unsure of what was going to happen to me. The first time I was forced to perform sexual acts on complete strangers, I struggled a lot and tried to make them be gentler to me. I quickly learned that's not how my life was meant to be, as I usually got hurt a lot more if I struggled. Eventually I realized that they usually didn't last long, as they were just here for sex, no companionship, no cuddling. I began to realize if I just got the job done, they'd be gone and I could be alone again. When I'm alone in my room, that's when the real me comes back. That's when I can let my walls down and allow myself to miss Gerard, my dear husband. I still don't know if he's alive or dead, and many times, my mind thinks the worst, but when it does, I just look at my wedding ring again and think of his beautiful eyes looking into mine, and I feel better.

I snap out of my thoughts, ready to tackle my last appointment for the day. I open the door of the brothel and walk out to the client. As I'm heading over, I notice a truck that has pulled up to the orphanage next door. It breaks my heart that an orphanage is in this part of town, but I suppose it makes sense since all the misfits and people who don't belong end up here, in the Blue District. A small boy with dark hair is being carried into the orphanage. He looks like he's malnourished, and I feel for him.

"Hey lady! Are we going to do this anytime soon?"

The client is yelling and is obviously impatient. He puts his hand on his hip and is probably glaring at me behind his sunglasses. Feeling a little flustered because I don't want to upset the client any more than I already have, I quickly walk over to him and put my arm around his fat waist, leaning in close to his face so he can smell my perfume, and lead him back inside the brothel. I don't like Leonardo's way of insisting we have to go and greet the clients as they come out of their cars, but he says it's good for business.

When we get inside, I lead him upstairs to one of the rooms and he starts pawing at me, putting his hand under my dress and squeezing my chest. I'm thoroughly disgusted, as usual, this man in particular has way more girth than I care to picture naked. I've been here for a month, and although I've accepted that my life is going to be like this for the time being, I am unable to keep the look of disgust off my face. Some clients don't give a fuck, but this one did. He got upset at me and pushed me down roughly on the bed.

I frown, ready to go off into my happy place, where I think about Gerard. This fat guy is touching my hair like a creep, and I hate the way he smells as he leans down to my face.

"Oh, you are so pretty. I don't ever think I've had a hooker who's as pretty as you. I'm going to enjoy picturing you naked after this is over."

I'm so pretty. Gerard used to say I was beautiful. That's probably one of the reasons I'm the highest earner. Suddenly, the client grabs my chin roughly and I wince.

"Why are you so sad, pretty baby?"

He's such a creep. The client pushes my legs apart with his right leg and reaches under my skirt, lifting it up to expose me. Then he touches me and I brace myself, knowing a lot of them are rough because they don't give two shits about lube. As I suspected, he roughly puts too many fingers inside me and I can feel my skin cracking, like when my mouth is dry and I need Chapstick.

The client starts undressing and I stay there seated on the side of the bed. He grabs my hair and pulls me down on the bed. I suppose I deserved that since I already knew what was going to be happening today, it's happened twice already, but the other two clients weren't nearly as rude as this one is. He shoves me more and rips my dress off, straddling me as he enters roughly.

SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK.

The crappy mattress is no match for his weight. Surprisingly, he looks skinnier naked. I feel wierd today, normally, I can be Gypsy, highest paid hooker at Leonardo's. I picked the name Gypsy because in my mind, I am a wanderer, lost to the wilderness, a girl with no home. Today I know I'm not performing at my best and I hope it doesn't affect my earnings. I wonder if seeing the child had anything to do with it, that poor unconscious child with blood on his shirt. My thoughts drift off to what horrible things he might have seen and been through to end up like that. I feel so sad for him again, hoping he had good parents, and then feeling sad because those good parents probably passed on in the chemical attack, leaving him orphaned and homeless.

I stop thinking about the poor child when I hear the client's breathing start becoming ragged and more intense as he thrusts himself harder and faster into me. He tries to go deeper, and I laugh to myself when I realize he's not long enough to go deeper. Disgusted by the lust in his beady eyes, I know he's close, so I begin to roll my eyes back in my head, gyrate my hips around, and moan with pleasure, to give him "the experience" he so graciously paid for. I miss Gerard, I never had to fake an orgasm with him.