Fake love (prostitution)

Jane was madly in love with Kyle in college, he was so cool, with all his tattoos and his fit body. He noticed her, the shy girl in class, and gave her more attention than anyone else. She would have done anything for him.

And she did. He told her he had money issues, and only her could help him. He told her he loved her and that with just a little help, they could marry and live together. But she didn't have that much money. That's why he told her that there was a sure way to get a lot of money.

Before long, she was on the sidewalk, wearing skimpy clothes, waiting for her first client. She didn't like it, of course, but, that would bring money, so she was willing to do it.

But time passed, and there seemed to never have enough money for him. Worst, he was looking at her less and less, calling her whore and only talking to her to ask money. She was con, and she couldn't even get out of the situation, since she had done that for so long, most people knew her and she couldn't work anywhere else.

That's when she met John, a big guy, with big muscle. He was living next to her apartment and was nice enough to not look at her like another whore. But she didn't intent to fall like last time, she liked him, but she needed to use him instead of being used by her.

"You're so kind and thoughtful John, I don't get why girls don't see it."

"Ahah, thanks Jane, but most girls finds me a bit dumb and scary for some reason."

"That's so stupid, you're smart and clearly you're not menacing... unlike my ex boyfriend."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, you have probs seen it a few times, he's my pimp and comes to me to take my money. I don't want to but, he's really scary..."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry for you, that's bad!"

Few days passed and John came knocking at the door.

"John? Nice to see you! You need something?"

"Your boyfriend won't come again." He said with a big smile.

"Oh! That's great! You scared him?" She asked, happy he dealt with her issue.

"Oh, no, I took care of him. Made sure he doesn't retaliate."

"Took care... of him?"

"Yep, gone, out."

Jane stood a moment to process what he was saying. He was talking about killing someone with a big smile like it was a Tuesday thing.

"Thank..." She mumbled, turning pale.

"Listen, I have some friend in high places. I'm like working for them. I'm sure you can get more standing with them, you clearly have the look for that!"

Not wanting to make him angry she let him bring her to his "friends" who were all rich, powerful, ... and dangerous people. Sure, she didn't have to walk out in the cold, but now, she was working in bars and hotel for rich people.

Jane was now even more stuck in her position, there was no way out of the job, now. She was a whore, a more classy one, but still a cumdumpster for money.