Saving Corky

I started out on the streets when I was 16 years old — when my parents walked in my room one night and found me in bed with one of my dad's business partners. My parents didn't care that a man came into my room and touched me inappropriately during their party. They were more concerned about their reputation. "A well-respected business executive" like my father couldn't have a whoring daughter like me, bringing his name to shame, so I had to go. And it didn't matter that I had nowhere to go.

So, now at 22, I find myself a prostitute with a bad-tempered pimp, and a drug problem. I stay high on anything I can get my hands on just, so I don't have to feel the nasty shit the Johns are doing to me or be sound of mind when I'm blowing them off. I'm in my tiny ass apartment right now getting ready to head out to my corner for the night and get me a John or two.... try to make me some money for the night. I have rent due in a day are two, so as I'm getting ready, I snort me I line of coke and fuck that shit good. I look at myself in the mirror one last time... make sure I don't have any white shit on my nose, are anywhere else, then I head out to the corner.

"Hey Layla, any new business tonight?" I ask the lady and my best friend that stands on the same corner as me.

"Hey Corky girl. No, it's been kind of quiet tonight, but the night is still young girly... and you're looking fire tonight, so I'm sure you will get a few hits."

"I hope so, Layla. I have rent this week, and you know how Martin is about us being late for our rent."

"Yes, well, Martin should take the cut we give him after every night as our rent money." Layla spits out.

"Watch what you say, Layla. He has ears everywhere." I tell her and sway a little on my feet.

"Corky dammit girl, you really need to lie off that shit," Layla says to me.

"Only if I could find another way not to feel I would, Layla."

"Corky girl, why won't you get your GED? Carry your ass to college... and get the hell out of New York, away from this shit." Layla says for the 100th time. She tells me the same shit every night. She has since I was 18, and first started prostituting for Martin, our sleaze-bag pimp. I'm smart enough I could get my GED, and get into a community college, and make something of myself, but would Martin let me go? I'm one of his highest paid prostitutes.

"Corky, look alive, baby girl. Here comes some action, Layla says," breaking me out of my daydream.

"Oh, joy!" Here we go. "Hey there, handsome... what'll be tonight?" I say, leaning into the passenger window. It's a nice-looking older gentleman in his mid-40's not someone you would think you would see picking up a prostitute for an hour.

"I would like to rent you for an hour."

"Rent me?" This guy has done nothing like this in his life. Poor fucking sap. "Um, sweetheart, you don't rent us. You buy us for as long as you need us. We do whatever you want in that time frame and the price starts at $50 dollars and goes up from there, I tell him."

"That's doable he tells me." Then he just sits there for a minute like he's not too sure what to do about the information I just gave him. "Okay sweetheart, if you want to do this, then I have to get into your car. Then we will go to a motel or somewhere and that's where the real fun will begin," I tell him.

"Oh, yes, right, sure? Um, get in and then we can figure out where we will go for the night," he tells me, so I open the passenger door and climb in." Your first time I ask him?"

"That obvious, huh?"

"Yes," I smile at him, "but that's okay. So, what are you looking for tonight?" I ask him, then I kind of glance around his car and find a damn car seat in the back seat of his car. Really, man? "So, you and your wife just had a baby, huh?"

"Oh, um, I'd rather not talk about that, if you don't mind."

"Nope, don't mind at all..." what does having a kid have anything to do with me and my pay, anyway? "Alright, so if you want to do anything tonight, we are going to have to get this car in gear and head somewhere, okay?"

"Yes, okay. Where is the best place to go for stuff like this?" he asks me?

"Any of the smaller motels, I tell him.” And then point him toward motel 8. "You can rent by the hour here and they don't ask questions, I tell him."

"So, I guess I'll walk in there and rent a room?" He asks me, and I try really hard not to laugh at this poor guy, but it's getting harder by the minute.

"Go in there and ask to rent a room for an hour - they'll give you a key."

"Okay, I will be right back, he tells me." Then stumbles out of the car. Hell, I thought I was high. I'm not sure if he is high or drunk, but he is definitely one of them. This is going to be fun.

He gets back to the car with a key in hand, then we drive around to find the room. Once we found it, we went into the room, then the guy just stood there again... not knowing what to do.

Fuck my life right now. "Okay sir, what would you like me to do first I ask him?"

"Um, anything I want, right?" The guy asks me shyly.

"Right." I say, trying really hard not to get annoyed with this dude.

He swallows enormously, then says "well in that case, can I fuck your ass?"

Ah, shit... didn't see that one coming. "Yes, I guess you can, but you've got to tell me why that's the first thing you asked me to do?"

His head falls back, and his eyes roll to the ceiling, "because my wife won't let me and now that we had the baby, she won't even let me touch it."

Ah damn, I was afraid that was going to be his answer. "Well, okay then, but we will have to find lube, and do you have condoms? Because if not I will."

"I have both... he tells me." Damn, this dude is full of surprises!

"Okay, well, how do you want to do this he asks me?"

"I don't normally do ass action. The Johns are rough, so we'll start doggie style. Don't get rough with me or I'll call it off and give your money back."

"Understood," he says," smiling at me, and he has a warm smile. You know that kind of smile that makes you believe in them, and that kinda scares me?

I undress myself, then wait for him to get undressed, then I climb up on the bed in the doggystyle position and wait on him to get his shit together. A minute later, I feel the bed dip, and the guy lines up behind me. I feel his fingers at my ass with lube on his hand. He puts one finger in my ass then moves it in and out, getting my ass loosened up. Once he is satisfied, he positions himself behind me and inserts his penis into my loosened up ass. He holds still for a minute... letting me adjust to him, which I find rather sweet, because like I said, most of these Johns are total creeps.

"Are you okay, he asks me?"

"Yes, I am good. You can start moving now." The guy is pulling out of me, and I can feel it. I looked at my watch and to my surprise... he lasted longer than any of my other Johns. He lasted a whole 20 minutes. Most of them bastards last 2- 3 minutes. I turn to look at him and ask if he wants to do anything else tonight, but to my surprise he says no, that was all he wanted to do. He hoped by doing it... it would help him get it off his mind and he wouldn't harbor hard feelings toward his wife anymore.

A little more information than I needed to know, but whatever floats his boat, I guess.

"So, how much do I owe you?" He asked me.

"$100, I tell him."

"Okay, that's fear, " he says, then hands me what I thought was a hundred-dollar bill, but there was more to it. "What's this?"

"For not judging me," he replies, then we walk out of the motel room without another word. He drives me back to my corner, then drives off.

Hmm, well, that was different. "You were gone for a little while. How did that go?" Layla asks me.

"Well, surprisingly, he lasted longer than most of our Johns..." I tell her with a laugh.

"Really? I've had two Johns to your one girl."

"They last longer and longer these days." I say sarcastically.

Layla laughs, then hits my arm. "Look alive Corky girl, here comes some more meat."

"I know I need the money, Layla, but fuck one a night is really being enough for me."

"I know it is, sweetheart, but until you get your head out of your ass and get your GED and do better for yourself, this is the life we are living."

"I know you're right, but it still doesn't make it any easier." Once I'm done moaning and groaning to Layla, I walk over to the car that's pulled up on the curb and lean into the passenger window. "What'll it be sweetheart," I ask John, and man this guy is a nasty slob. He's got cigarettes everywhere in his car. He's got one hanging from his mouth, and his hair and clothes look like I have not washed them in days. There is an odor coming from somewhere, but I put a smile on my face and do my job.

The coke is really hitting me. I won't know what's happening soon.

"I want the work, so get in," he says in a gravelly voice.

Of course, he does. "All right, then it'll be $150 for the work," I tell him.

He makes some noise in the back of his throat, then opens the passenger door for me to get in, so I assume he will pay the price. Once I'm in the car, he drives off and we end up in an alleyway. I really hate when they bring us to alleyways, but I've got to trust he's not some psycho killer.

The guy kills his engine. He wastes no time pulling his pants off and taking his dick out of his boxer briefs. Either I'm seeing shit or this dude has something on the tip of his dick. Whatever, just go with it, Corky. It's an extra $150 for the night. I always carry alcohol wipes with me so I can clean the Johns up really well before any part of me touches them. I don't want to end up with something Ajaxes can't even wash off.

This guy must be a regular because he knew exactly what to do when I handed him the wipe. Once he has himself cleaned up, I don't waste either of our time. I start work immediately. Placing the man's penis in my mouth, I suck. I play with his balls a little just to speed this process up, and as predicted, he's coming in 2.5 seconds. Quickest by far. I never allow them to come down my throat. That shits not happening. So, I take the guy's dick out of my mouth and let him do his thing. Once he's done, I straddle his lap, working my pussy as much as I can in this tight area, and try to get him hard enough again, so he can work a condom on and we can finish up.

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Later that morning, I'm lying in my apartment counting what I made last night. I ended up with two other Johns after the second one, so that made for a decent night. I walked away with $550, not a bad night. Unfortunately, I've got to give a share of that to my pimp Martin plus rent, so I will probably only walk away with $250 of that, but that still gets me some food in here. I should raise my price, but I don't want to pay Martin more. Or, I could not tell him and hope he won't find out. I'm heading to Martin's bar to give him his cut from last night and the rent money. Since I did well last night/this morning, I'll pay for that too. I knock on his door once I make my way through the bar and to his office in the back room.

"Yea, what do you want?"

I poke my head around the corner of the door. "Hey Martin, I was just bringing your half of the profit and my rent for the month."

"Well, aren't you just fuckin' generous? Put the money on the fuckin' table and leave."

I do as I'm told because I don't want the wrath of Martin coming down on me. He has a very mean strike. One time, he beat Layla so badly she couldn't walk for a month. I walk back out of his office and out the door. I head to the store to get a few things for my apartment. Although it's small and unpleasant from the outside, I used the extra money to decorate it and make the inside better. Last month, I got new furniture and recently painted my apartment. I'm smart enough to find good stuff from wealthy neighborhoods, so today I'm getting a few items for the bathroom and food for the house. What I don't spend I will put back into my little savings I have building up. I started it when I was about 20, so it's growing pretty well. I could actually get a house of my own, but what's the point when there is nothing wrong with the apartment and it's right here on my corner?

Although I own a car, I never drive it since I can walk anywhere. I want to go from here. I get to this little discount hardware store and go to the bathroom. The bathroom needs new hardware, so I start with a new bathroom sink fossett, and a new towel rack. I splurge a little and get a new shower head. Mine is starting to crud. After paying for my purchases, I noticed a store on my left. I enter and find towels, sheets, and a quilt. I don't normally spend more than I just need to... but you know there's just sometimes you have to splurge on yourself now and then.

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A little while later, I'm back in my apartment, changing out the appliances I purchased. Once I'm done with that, I step back and look at my handy work. I head to the laundry unit and throw some clothes in the washer. Afterwards, I return to my apartment to finish cleaning. As I'm running out of things to do, I decide to take a small nap. To make sure I can sleep for three to four hours before heading to the corner, I limit my morning sleep. Depending on the traffic, I usually work the corner from 10:30 PM to 5 AM.

I must have been tired because I woke up three hours later and rushed to the laundry area to switch my laundry to the dryer. I hope nobody stolid them.

When I get in there and check the washer, my stuff was in, they are gone. "Fuck!"

"Corky, I put them in the dryer for you about an hour ago. My neighbor tells me."

"Oh, thank you," I tell him, then walk over to the dryers and find which one my clothes are in, and sure enough, they are all there.

I get them back up to my apartment, then I head into my bedroom to change my covers out to my new one. Once I'm satisfied with that, I go into my kitchen and make myself something to eat. I'm starving. Having eaten, I decided to take a shower with my new shower head.

I'm currently in the shower, using the upgraded shower head to spray myself. I got the one where you can take it off and use it as a hand shower head. Well, I get it close to my pussy and it must hit my clit just right, because I have never been more turned on in my life, so I do what any normal woman would do. I get myself off on the shower head, and holy fuckin' shit, that was hot. Hell, who needs a man when you have devices like that? Men don't do shit for me anyway, so why not use my shower head?

I get out of the shower and dry off. Once I'm done with drying my hair, I look at my clock and it reads 9:30 in the afternoon. Well, shit, I guess I had my nap for the day, so I head into my room and find my outfit for the night. I decide on this little blue dress that comes up just a little past my buttocks, and a pair of black high heel boots that come up to my knees. I don't wear any jewelry because that's just asking for trouble, but I do put on a little makeup and some perfume. Once I'm done with that task, I snort a little coke, then check myself in the mirror, then head on down to the corner where I know my girl Layla will be standing. She's out here more than she is anywhere else. She is one of the few that has a house, but never stays in it because of terrible memories and shit.

"Hey Layla, how's the night going so far?" I ask her when I make my way down to the corner.

"Well, I'll be damned. Look what the cat drug out early tonight. What's gotten into you-Corky girl?"

"I was feeling good about myself today. I did a lot of productive stuff today." I told her.

"Oh, yea like what, Cork?"

"I got some new items to spruce up my bathroom, then got some towels and rags for a new towel rack. I also bought a quilt for my bed. After that, I washed some clothes and installed the new appliances I bought for the bathroom, then cleaned up, ate and took a nap. After the nap, I took a shower, then came down here with my best girl."

"I don't know why you waste your time in that apartment when you know I have a house big enough for the both of us, and hell, I don't even use it, Corky. I just don't understand why you won't just move in with me."

We have this conversation every time I tell her I've done something to the apartment, but I just don't think I would feel right living with her. I would feel like I was an intruder."Layla, come on... we have had this discussion already."

"Look alive, Corky girl. We have some bites. You know they don't start coming until you come downstairs. Maybe you should start coming out this early every night." Layla teases me.

"Um, I think it's all you, Layla, baby."

She just smiles at me, then walks to the car that pulled up in front of her, and I do the same.