By Any Means

“I’m really sorry about this,” your boss says for the hundredth time since he had told you you were fired.

You had given up on listening to him, or even responding at all, all you were thinking about was the looming rent bill that you would have to pay in a week's time.

You really have none else to blame but yourself for this, you took on a job with a week to week contract, you had know the risks that that carried with it. Still you had expected a little more warning than this, at least a week or two so you could try and make some kind of plan.

Instead you found yourself about £200 short of the rent with only a week to scrape the money together and that would only be the first of the bills for this month.

Sitting at home you spend your time looking through website looking for job listings, nursing a bottle of cheap rum as you go. It is slim pickings, most of the jobs demanding nearly a decade of experience or a Degree in something or other.

As you near the bottom of the bottle you find yourself on a website that offers listings for Escorts. In your drunken haze you click through the listings, looking at the prices these women are charging.

As you down the last of the bottle your memory starts to get hazy, by the time you come to your senses you find yourself flat on your back in the middle of the living room floor. Through your splitting headache you stagger up and look at the computer, it seems that in your Haze you actually set up a account on the site.

Clicking through it you see that you set your speciality as….