4 Home... where is it?

The room was dark and the pudgy man sat behind his desk tapping his pugdy finger angrily. There was a scantily dressed woman leaning against the window behind him.

"What did you just say to me?"

He grit out. The girl in the middle of the room took a deep breath.

"I can't do this anymore. I can't sell my body"

"Huh?!"

The man slammed his fist on the table. The girl gripped her arm and the woman in the room laughed.

"Are you serious? Do you know how many times we've heard this crap? Every week there's a new girl that says they can't do this or do that anymore."

The girl shook her head,

"I'm serious… i… i will do anything else but i refuse to sell my body"

The woman stared at her and pushed herself off the wall and walked over to her,

"Oh… and why's that? Are you sick? Can't handle the pressure? Did you get a bad customer?"

Seeing no reaction she began to realize the truth and smile,

"Or maybe you got a really good costumer. Did you fall in love?"

The girl jolted and she knew she hit the jackpot and laughing she walked back,

"Are you stupid? Falling in love in this business? Listen her girly all the men come here for is sex. People like us don't get love"

The girl bit her lip enough to bleed.

"Even still…. I don't want to let this go"