Growing up (prostitution)

"I can't believe you prefer to work for some greedy company than trying to help society!"

"I'm sorry if I want to live at least a bit comfortably! There is no insurance that your humanitarian company will do anything anyway."

"So, you just give up without even trying? That's what's wrong in society, you don't even try to be the solution, so you become the problem!"

After high school, Jane decided to work for a humanitarian company, while I was going to begin my studies in business economics. So, our separation was destined to clash. It was a sour end of our long friendship.

"I guess it's a goodbye, then."

"I guess so..."

Half a decade after we split up, I finished my studies and headed to the city to work at Live corp. It was like starting a new life and I was having a hard time finding my marks, to the point that I got lost early on, and found myself in the redlight district.

Trying to get back to my neighborhood, I got calls from whores hoping to get a new customer. I ignored them, until one got my attention, a redhead with big glasses.

"Hi..." she said with a faint smile.

"Jane?!"

She was dressed with leopard patterned tube top and miniskirt, black high boots with stiletto heels, and garter with stockings. She was clearly a whore.

"Yeah..." She timidly said. "You look good, how are you?"

"I'm good... but you... What happened to you?"

"Well, things got really bad with the humanitarian work, and I ended up in the street. One of the person I helped offered me a job in a bar, and I got caught in some sort of scam, and I ended up ... here."

"I'm so sorry for you, do you want to come to my apartment? Just so you can get back on your..."

"So, you can fuck me anytime you want for free?" She shouted angrily.

"No! Of course not, it's just to help you leave this situation."

"I don't need your help! I've been doing this for almost a year, I'll get out of it by myself, thank you!"

"Ok ok... Good luck, then..."

I left half-angry, half shocked how she pushed me back, but I couldn't **** her. So I got back to my apartment after I found my neighborhood.

A little bit more than a year later, with my hard work, I climbed the corporal ladder and got a better position. That's when my boss decided to offer me a gift to thank me for the job. He came with his luxurious car to my new house and opened the passenger door to show me Jane sleeping in the back. She was still clearly a whore with her slutty red shiny miniskirt and bikini top, knee high heeled boots and her flashy makeup. I even noticed traces of cum on her chin and a tattoo "Whore life" on her shoulder.

"Sorry, I couldn't help try her before coming. I heard it was a childhood friend of yours, so I bought her to her pimp. That's a gift for your great career that's coming."

I was shocked, he was talking about her like some toy to buy and offer. But, I thought it wasn't the best idea to comment on that, it was probably a test to see how I would react and if I was up to make the right decisions for the company. So, I just said...

"Thank you, that's an amazing gift."

"Ahah! No problem. Funny story, her humanitarian company and ours were in a juridical conflict, so we destroyed them and made sure the employees would never get a job. So, it's a little bit our fault she ended up in the streets. But I'm sure you'll do a great job taking care of this broken bird."

I knew the company could be a bit shady at times, but I never guessed that they would do so much damages. So, if it was like this, I may be smart to avoid pissing them off and working as best as they could for them.

"Yes, funny indeed! Thank you again for bringing her to me."

"No problem, you're a good employee."

I brought Jane home. She would never be wife material, but I was too busy at work to date, so having a little fuck toy at home was a good alternative.