Walking past their usual joint, she paused. The fishnet tights drew her attention, or maybe it was the tear she saw when the lady in red bent low enough to speak to the man in the black Prado. Was it a man, she wondered. Ladies do the craziest things these days. She recalled a story she heard from an old colleague about a politician's wife who takes young girls into a room with no windows and has 'her way' with them. She heard the ladies were usually picked up with classy Prados like the one in front of her and the woman's security aides did her bidding.
She wasn't so different from these girls, she thought to herself. She too had tasted the forbidden fruit of intercourse. Once. She was defiled and had a child. She was no different from these ladies of the night. She would even be considered worse. Little Sandy slept at home while she walked the streets selling whatever she could get her hands on; some nights she even sold condoms. Night sales were always better, she had learned from her cousin.
Becky, her mom's sister's daughter had accommodated her for quite some time now after her parents had her kicked out of the house when they discovered she was pregnant. She couldn't blame them. She had brought shame to their home. She was raised better. The daughter of the popular Pastor Abe, only popular in their community of less than a thousand people but popular nonetheless. She was easily discarded, her other sisters knew their way around the clinics, they were saints.
She often considered joining 'the trade' as Becky called it. It paid better than these sales. She imagined it every night. Becky had dressed to help her look the part, and she had been considered pretty at some point before the difficulty of childbirth and the struggle of raising a child set her on a sickly path.
Her fair complexion which drew Andrew to her had gradually turned pale, her gorgeous bursts that he had described as remarkable had fallen to her knees. Motherhood had done that to her. She was abandoned first by the man who claimed to love her, and then even her beauty didn't find her worthy of its possession.
She held her breath as she walked passed the lady in the fishnet tights, hoping to pass silently, unnoticed, invisible, as she always considered herself, but the next occurrence brought her to the crossroads she had often feared. Just when she was about to disappear out of sight, she heard the lady in the tight call out to her, she turned in response, then she saw him. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
She walked up to the pair, just in time to hear the man say "let's hear her response first."
The man leaned closer to the window, looked her straight in the eyes, his eyes had so much intensity, she lost every capacity to breathe unconsciously. And then he spoke to her, with a smirk on his face, he said: "how about you come with us?"
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