The camp is hectic and full of movement, you lose sight your last clients quickly. Long lines of other armoured and semi armoured men march in the same direction. Tents are being torn down and stuffed in carts, improvised bars and markets are serving food and drink. There is no real order to the mess other then you're all mostly walking in the same direction.
You hop along with the crowd, looking for another client , you've argued about the price of food at one of the bars and you added up that you're whoreing money will last a few days but you'll need to work soon.
You chat up a few guys but they wave you off smiling or swating your ass, telling you later, "no one needs your cootch in the middle of the day" as one solder remarks.
Your exhausted from the march sooner then you could think, the bumping and shoveing, even the speed in fine but its these new clothes that are the problem. The act of keeping up without destroying these useless bits of tiny fabric is ridiculous.
You stop to adjust your top as if slips and then your tiny skirt and the Wham. Some asshole knocks you out of the way. You you land rather lightly but your covered in dirt. You launch yourself up ready to teach the shit head a lesson, but the crowd is to deep it could have been any one at this point.
You stand there shivering in anger this was not the plan. The last few dys where easy money, pampered and fucked.
"Hey darling, you the blond girl" you look to your left to see a chain of closed carts pulled by horse. A young brown haired girl in red langerie seems to be waveing at you. "You'r going to ruin your cloths if you keep on going by foot"
She's fucking right you better jump on or ditch the hooking uniform for something else or your going to be walking in the nude really soon.
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