I wish I got more whoring

Instead of thinking about the pain and humiliation Megan thought about the positive stuff. Like having money and being able to buy her own stuff without having to beg her mom. She could earn a hundred as a hooker with five guys in maybe two hours. If she worked her part time job it'd take her ten hours to earn the same amount. If she wished for more money she'd be raking in the money every night.

"I wish I got more whoring," Megan said, thinking about the long hours, cheap pay and long lines of customers. Looking around nothing had changed. Megan's room was still a shithole. Wait, was this the way it always looked?

"Well duh, of course. It's been my room ever since I started whoring. I was so lucky to get this after mom found out and kicked me out. It's right off the main strip. All I have to do is take John's upstairs."

The only unusual thing was how generous that last guy had been. She might actually crack a hundred if you worked hard for the next nine hours. As usual her holes would be sore at the end. She kept meaning to wish that away but always forgot.

Putting the twenty away, Megan stepped out to the street. Up and down the street trashy looking women were calling out to the passing cars. She started doing the same, even flashing her cunt at one van, which abruptly stopped.

"Hey hey, baby, you up for a group date?" a big burly guy asked.

"Hell yeah. How many?"

"Three sound good?"

"Ooh, I love three. Twenty."

"Right." The guy pulled out a twenty, then turned to his friends. Megan took the twenty from his hands and turned to her apartment.

"Great. All paid up. Follow me."

The man stared down at the twenty you took as if shocked. Why? Was she charging too much? Twenty was for any size group. Otherwise it was ten for anal or pussy, and five for a blowjob. Guys were always so shocked at the price, though. Were the other girls charging less?