You begin your life as a prostitute

That night is the first of many for you. Jessie is kind enough to know that you are going to need some help at first, so he lets you have the spare bed in his apartment and gives you some of his 'work clothes' until you can afford your own. Then you head out to the street corner to get started. You feel a bit strange, but soon enough you're being called left and right to pleasure men. Your work load is a bit small compared to Jessie's, but he's been out here for quite some time. They know him and how well a job he does, but that doesn't stop a few of them from taking you for a spin.

You move quickly through the ranks and, after a year on the corner, you are one of the most wanted prostitutes on the streets. You get men every night, begging for a piece of you. Most nights they simply fuck your face until it's a complete mess, but sometimes they pay enough to get a go at your ass. Every time this happens, you get a momentary hope that they'll go bareback and give you a child, but they always wear a condom. It drives you insane, especially since you have to either be pregnant or give birth to a child within the year in order to avoid being arrested.

Tonight you take the night off and visit Jessie. He had been off of the streets for a month or so, preparing to give birth to his first child. The father isn't in the picture and you can't blame Jessie for hiding it from him. You don't know what exactly happened, but his clothes were torn and he was bloody and bruised when he came home. He gave you the description so you wouldn't befall the same fate and you've warned everyone you know about him.

Walking in, you are automatically bombarded by Jessie. "Lexus! I wasn't expecting to see you tonight!" he says, clearly excited.

You smile at him. "Well, I decided to take the night off to visit you." you say, "Maybe get some advice as well."

Jessie rolls his eyes. "And what could I possible help you with? You've proved yourself as one hell of a vixen already!" he says, waddling over to the couch. You follow and take a seat next to him, blushing as you eye his belly. He notices and frowns. "You still haven't found one to get you pregnant?" he asks.

"No." you sigh, "I know I still have a year, but it still takes time to start showing and all. I'd rather my baby be here and not have to worry about the police showing up to make sure I have a round belly."

Biting his lip, Jessie picks up his phone. "Look, I might have a solution." he says, "You can always say no if you don't think it's your style but I think it might just work for you."

You watch him with wide eyes and nod. "I know some people who want to keep up their bloodline but don't want to raise children. They would pay you child support, but they won't visit unless they decide to give you another baby. It's a big group and they'd take you all in the same night, leaving it up to chance about who's baby it is. I had offered to do it but..." he gestures down to his large belly, "I think they'd like you. Are you up for it?"