Millie as a Prostitute

Millie sat in her living room looking down at the letters on the table with a tear running down her cheek. They were all labelled "last warning", "payment due now", "final warning" and similarly.

She thought of her boyfriend that had walked out on her a few weeks ago, breaking her heart, emptying their joint bank account, causing their last two rent checks to bounce, and meaning that the bills were piling up. Millie needed cash, and lots of it, now.

She had left the small town she grew up in for the big city three years ago, and there was no way she would be going back there now with her tail between her legs. No, she was a sophisticated 24 year old City girl now, she would work extra hours at work and get back on her feet financially.

Yes, all that she had left from her asshole ex-boyfriend were a pair of ridiculously big silicone breasts, 36G to be exact, but she knew she could make it on her own, she only needed to think of a way.

Millie looked out the window, but she had phoned all the people she could think of to try to borrow some money, and she had been unsuccessful. Maybe she could try stripping? She knew a few of her friends had made money that way in College, but learning to strip would take time, and she needed money soon.

Millie felt the tears starting to well up again as she thought of her situation, but then her thoughts were interupted by a loud knock on the door.