Top student to prostitute

Susan had no reason to complain. She was a top student at one of the best universities in the world. Her parents were so wealthy that at twenty-two years old she had never worked a single day in her life — not even part-time. On top of that, she was strikingly beautiful, her body defying every stereotype about nerdy bookworms.

And yet, Susan was complaining.

She had been assigned a project on the psychology of prostitutes. The task required her to meet with an actual sex worker and conduct an in-depth interview. For a rich young woman who had never had any contact with that part of society, it wasn’t exactly thrilling. Still, she had to pass the course.

After a few minutes’ delay, her research subject — the prostitute Emily — finally arrived. She looked like she had just finished a shift. She reeked of cigarettes and what was probably semen. Her outfit consisted of high-heeled sandals, fishnet stockings, a tiny skirt, a bra, and an open jacket. The clothes barely covered anything, but what truly caught the student’s attention was the necklace with an enormous, sparkling star that seemed to radiate a strange, hypnotic energy.

The outfit stood in sharp contrast to Susan s elegant, modest attire: black ankle boots, gray trousers, a vest, and a black t-shirt.

The student mentally scolded herself for looking down on Emily and began asking her questions.

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“Excuse me, I’m not sure I understood correctly. Do you actually enjoy being a prostitute? Do you like… serving men?” the shocked student asked.

“Oh my gawd, like, totally! I’m telling you for the third time — sex is, like, super duper amazing, and getting paid for it is even more fabulous, right? It’s not like I regret not being born into a rich family or missing out on college. Like, who cares?! I actually feel sorry for you and your totally uptight upbringing! Let’s just have fun and be fabulous, babe! Yay!”

Susan was horrified by what she was hearing. She had expected Emily to want to escape prostitution, but instead the woman seemed genuinely happy with her life…

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“Oh my gosh, like, we’re always talking about me, right? But let’s totally talk about you now, sweetheart! So, like, how old was super smart and rich Susan when she, like, totally lost her precious virginity? That’s, like, such a fun question! Hehe!”

“I am not the subject of this inquiry.”

“Omg, like, are you saying I’m your little study project?”

“That was not my intention—”

“Omg, babe! Like, don’t flip the cat’s tail or whatever! I’m just, like, totally an object of study, you know? So, like, thank you for this fab convo! Byeee!”

Susan couldn’t afford to go back to square one. She had already invested too much time arranging this meeting.

“I implore you, do not leave.”

“Fine… but then answer my question. When did you lose your, like, super precious innocence, babe? I’m just, like, sooo curious!”

“As I previously stated, discourse pertaining to myself is not the intended subject of this conversation.”

“Then we’ll do this another way,” Emily thought.

“Look at my necklace.”