We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8.
My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. I was really excited about going to college in the fall the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I guess I should go back to the first time. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy.
As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt.
