You take to the streets

With no college degree and no other way for making quick money visible, you decide to employ the one talent you know you posses: sucking cock. The same night you put on a short leather skirt, a top with a bold cleavage and your fanciest underwear and hit the streets for the first time in your life.

You decide to start cruising up and down a street near the local bar, not far from the alley you sucked a guy off earlier today. You reason that drunk customers from the bar that need to satisfy their urges would be a good starting ground for your career as a prostitute.

You had walked around your neigbourhood at night before, so you're familiar with the surroundings and the curious people that seem to wander the streets of your district only at night. Yet, seen through the eyes of a young prostitute, everything looks more sinister and more threatening.

You try to gather up your courage as you pick up your first customer for the night, a customer that just got out of the bar drunk as hell and that just wants a quick blowjob before going home to the wife.

You take the 20 bucks he offers you and suck him off at a dark corner of the street, behind a bin. Your services are not needed for more than a couple of minutes, as he quickly unloads his cum in your mouth. You help him by jerking off the last drops coming out of his shriveling cock and go back to your post, whipping your mouth.

The next customer is soon to follow and he leads you to the alley behind the bar. You wonder if you've seen him before as he takes you standing, your face towards the wall of the alley, your fancy panties down at your ankles. You are sure he was a friend of the moustache guy and that you saw him earlier that day at the bar. He is kind enough to leave a tip of an extra 10 dollars when he is done with you.

By the time you pick up your third customer you realise that you probably misjudged the harshness of the street life. Your fancy and expensive underwear is gone for good and your clothes are sweaty and full of mud. You decide to dress more plainly for the following night.

Just as you have decided to call it a quits for the night, you get approached by one more man who asks for your services. You think, what the heck, an extra 50 dollars is always welcome and take him back to your familiar alley. No sooner have you stepped into the alley than he takes a knife out and sticks it right next to your throat.

"What do you think you're doing here bitch?" he shouts, waving his knife in a more erratic way than you would like, as it is so close to your throat. "This is my territory, every girl that works here works for me, get it? Now hand over my share!" With that he tries to grab your handbag, containing your hard earned 250 dollars. You have to decide quickly!