Another night on the job.

That day Y/n had enough money to go down to her local corner store and buy a few food items for the next few weeks. Y/n has splurged this time purchasing a twenty pack of canned salmon, three bags of family size chips, four litres of soft-drink and three bottles of bagged wine. Of course, the woman had bought two more packs of Marlboro cigarettes, but that was neither here nor there.

A tab delicately hung between her red lips, and smoke poured out of her nose as she inhaled and exhaled the poisonous fumes. You know she had tried to quit at least three times in her short life, but every time the job's stress reeled her back in, like some abusive relationship.

Y/n had already fucked ten times that night; to be honest, the poor hooker was exhausted. Seeing the faces of sweaty men moan and groan as they pounded inside her was a disgusting sight, a sight that even over the years, she had never gotten used to it. She still remembered her first traumatic time as a nightwalker; the man was rough with her petite body; he had even hit her a few times! At least the cash was fast and delicious.

The woman continued to stand on her post, smoking away until a familiar car pulled up in front of her. She recognised it immediately. It was that creepy man from the night before.

His windows rolled down, and he turned to face her, "Hey sweetheart remember me?"

Y/n grimaced and threw her cigarette on the cold ground; he was wearing a mask now, just one from the dollar store, but it unnerved the woman. Who the fuck wheres a disguise when trying to get a low-life hooker?! The woman leaned against his window and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I remember you, trying to sell me coke last night for a quick session, so you have some money now or what?" She smiled at his ugly mask, trying to see the colour of his eyes, but it was too dark.

He laughed and pulled out some bills, "I got one hundred for you, slut." The man taunted her with his words. Y/n didn't like when these men called her names like slut or whore as they were the ones seeking the prostitutes out, the girls were trying to make ends meet around here; anyway, the woman didn't want to turn down any money, even one-hundred bucks. This man was pretty weird though, and the thought of him killing her was pretty horrifying, especially with that serial killer lurking around the south side.

In saying that, money had been slow and a craving tonight.

Hesitantly the woman wrapped her bony fingers around the rusty door handle and sat in the passenger's seat. The man drove down the lonely roads, turning and swerving until her pulled into a dingy alleyway.

"So if you want me to fuck you you're gonna have to take ya mask off handsome," Y/n spoke while turning to look at the male beside her.

"What's the issue, whore? I'm giving you fuckin' money! You want it or not, huh?!

She chuckled and moved onto his lap, grasping the sides of his kneck lightly. Y/n always did this whenever her clients got to riled up; a way to calm them down, a woman's kind touch.

"Just take the stupid mask off, or I'll walk outta here and leave you with your blue balls." She whispered into his ear, his face turned slightly, and he grabbed her wrists, making the woman wince.

He chuckled and leaned his masked face towards hers, "Don't tell me what to fucking do." He tightened his grip around her wrist, "you'll fucking regret it."

"You listen to me, mister! I can leave any fucking minute I want to go! I've been working these streets for nine fucking years, and every time some dumbass came up to me wearing some stupid mask or bandana I always make them take it off! The fuck you have to hide, huh?! Seriously do you wanna fuck or not."

His grip disappeared from her wrists, and he mumbled a few words under his breath. "Fine, but if I catch you looking I'll fucking kill you, bitch!"

Y/n laughed and threw her large jacket back into the passenger seat, getting ready to do the dead. "What's your name, tough guy?"

"Jeff, now can we get to it already!"

The man seethed and pushed the woman head into his neck, the sound of plastic banging against his dashboard made the woman smile. Finally, that stupid ass mask was gone! Seriously what a loser; brushing away those thoughts the woman quickly inserted his dick inside her and began moving her hips. Y/n's hands grasped his pale neck as she bounced up and down, disgusted as the woman heard animalistic groans in her ear; Y/n stared at the backseats, trying to cure her incurable boredom. Men like these, or even the male species in general never made the woman even close to cumming, to them, it was only about there pleasure.

Running her hands through his hair, the woman let out a few fake airy moans, tugging lightly at his greasy hair. Yuck! But as soon as she had noticed the man's lack of personal hygiene a particular scent came into her nose, it smelt of something rotting. Like a dead rat stuck in a vent on a hot summers afternoon, either way, it made the woman recoil slightly. Before the woman could say anything, she felt Jeff grab onto her waist and slam her down one last time, a sharp moan escaping his mouth as he had finished, finally.

Y/n climbed off his lap and sat down beside him, the smell of rotting meat still infecting the air. The woman gagged once again and covered her nose, giving the man a look of disgust. "What the actual fuck is that smell! Jesus Christ!" She gagged once more and attempted to open the passenger door, but it was locked.

The door was fucking locked. Leaving Y/n trapped inside.