I went to room so that another person can come and take out his frustration on me. Yuppp I am a prostitute. I just hate my profession. People come and use me like an object. They don't care about my feelings all they care about is just their needs.

I came out of my lala land after hearing the sound of door opening. And here is my next client who is just another rich man.

"Hello! Mr. Roy hope you are well. I am so happy to see u again here." I said with a sugar coated voice. Doesn't matter how much I hate saying this I have to say as it is a part of my job.

"well I am good and without wasting any more time I would love to ravish your gorgeous body beneath me" said Mr. Roy. Later than for whole 2 hrs he did his deeds and I just faked moans so that he will be pleased.

After he left I got to know that he was the last customer for today. I left from there to my house if u can call it that.

It was nothing but a small two bed rooms apartment with a kitchen and a living room. I live here alone as there is no one in my life. I don't have any friends and about my parents they just threw me out of their lives as I was a burden on them. They are happy with their son who is also my so called brother.

After changing and getting freshen up I decide to sleep as I don't have appetite to eat dinner. So I went into deep slumber oblivious of the storm coming in my life.