A Night to Remember

Whyyyy?! D: I come on here to write a story about a hooker, and Chloe's already made one D: daaaayum but mine will be different so it's all good to an extent .-. Please comment and give me harsh review. Tell me what you like and dislike and I will do my best to change it. And of course it's another pedophile story .-. Sorry.... but I can't help it... Blaaaahhh but please read and comment. Thank you!

Katie Shute༄

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It was now exactly midnight. The streets were busy and filled with the city noises of cars, gunshots and screams of joy and pain. I sat in front of my dresser and pinned my hair up. I grabbed my cherry red lipstick and smoothly ran it across my lips before puckering. I ran a hint of blue eyeshadow across the lids of my eyes and applied black mascara carefully.

"Jane! It's your first night out!" shouted my sister Rebecca as she entered my room.

"Do I look good?" I asked.

She studied me. Her eyes moved from my pinned blonde hair, to my face, to my chest, and downwards.

"You're clothes," she said. She took a pair of scissors and cut a bit of fabric just below my chest and ripped everything below. You could see a little of my black bra and I blushed. She then pulled my blue jean shorts down a little and cut them as well.

"I-I can't wear something like this," I said.

"You have to babes. It's the only way to get those dirty sons of a bitches to look at you," she said and she threw a pair of bright blue, knee high heel boots to me. "Wear those, they catch the eye quite well."

"Thank you," I said.

"Jane remember... I always want you to be safe. If you don't want to do this... it's fine," she said quietly.

"It's okay Rebecca. I need to pay my way around here as well too you know," I said and I smiled.

A tear rolled down her cheek but she brushed it away quickly and stood up straight. "Okay then. It'll be your first time... doing... you know. Be sure to keep yourself safe."

"You too," I said.

"Then let's go," she said and she held her hand out to me.

We walked along a particularly long walk near a casino. She gripped my hand and she looked around for any possible customers.

"Rebecca."

"Yeah? You wanna go home? Okay."

"No... I'm scared. I mean I want to help out... but I'm scared. It being my first time and all."

"If you're not ready, you're not ready. I can understand. I was your age when I started and I remember being scared as hell!"

"I'm fifteen... I..."

"When you're doing it, pretend like you're doing it with someone you like... Like Brendan!"

My face flushed. Brendan Carrier... my true love since kindergarten. "Haha okay..."

It had been about four years now. Four years since our parents passed away. Rebecca was sixteen when they died, and she swore she'd protect me and look after me. That same year we ran out of money. For a while we begged... but nothing came out way until Rebecca put herself on the streets. In one week she had earned $700. She had many favorite customers... Three years later her customers had found new clients and Rebecca was left with little. That's where I came in...

Being fifteen and coming into my womanhood... I decided to help her. I would go into the streets of Los Angeles and sell my body too. I didn't want us to become bankrupt. We worked for ourselves too... no pimp or anything, just lone prostitutes in a large city.

"We better hit the road," said Rebecca and she sighed.

"Why?"

"This is Bluejay turf. One of their little sluts is walking our way. She's going to tell us to leave I bet. Also, we have to clock it in early too, you have school tomorrow."

"Oh.. I see. And no, I don't need to go to school. It's better if I leave."

"No! You can't! I left... I'm not about to let you leave too. Don't you dare. If you leave I will never speak to you again! Do you hear me! Don't you dare leave school."

I looked away. "Yes... But..."

"Hold it. We'll have this discussion later," she said and she turned to face the female prostitute that was walking towards us.

"Get out of here low-life's. This is BlueJay turf."

"Apologies," said Rebecca.

Just then a car screeched beside us and the driver rolled down the window. I stood there horrified. The humiliation and the anxiety I felt had overcome and I felt myself go weak in the knees.

"Jane...?!"

I stood there unable to speak.

"Hey baby, looking for a nice time?" asked the female prostitute.

"No. I-I want this girl," said the driver and he pointed to me.

I was unable to speak and I felt my head begin to pound and a dizziness that felt like it'd never go away. This wasn't possible! Not him! Not...

"Jane?!" Rebecca noticed my reaction and automatically thought it was because of the situation and the fact that the driver wanted me. Little did she know that he was...

"Take me! Oh please take me! It's my sister's first time and I can't bear to see her like this! I beg of you! Take me instead!" shouted Rebecca. "Please let my sister be free for just one night... I beg..."

"No..."

"Please! Sir I beg of you!"

"Rebecca," I managed to say.

She whipped her head around to face me. Tears streamed down her face. "What? What is it?"

"I know him. That's Mr.Quinn... My English teacher."

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Another teacher/student  fml

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Yes Rachel It's weird

 

"Y-you're teacher?"

I nodded. I couldn't peel away my eyes that examined him. He looked different then how he did in school. His dark hair wasn't gelled back, instead it was messy and fell into his grey eyes that weren't covered by a pair of black reading glasses in which he usually wore. Though I knew it was him. His handsome face gave it away.

"What are you doing?!" he shouted.

"Working?! Are you out of your mind?!" he said angrily and he stepped out of his car. He walked towards me and I backed away. He grabbed my arm.

"Don't!" shouted Rebecca and she attempted to push him away. "Leave her be!"

"I intend to keep her the night," he said.

My face flushed. The entire night?! What was he saying...? And he was the one calling me insane! "Mr.Quinn?!"

"Don't misunderstand," he said and he opened the passenger car door. "Get in," he said as he pushed me in and closed the door.

"Rebecca!" I shouted. I went to open the door but he had locked it. "W-wait!"

He stepped into the drivers seat and quickly ignited the engine and he sped off.

"Mr.Quinn..."

"I have nothing to say to you," he said and he looked out his window.

"But I..."

"Are you deaf or can you not hear that well? I don't want to talk about this. I may want an explanation once we are at my home, but until then... keep your mouth shut," he said.

I didn't know what to say... I was too embarrassed. I couldn't even look at him. We turned many corners before we came across a nice family neighborhood. We stopped in front of a house and he pulled into the driveway and turned off the car as got out.

I did the same and followed him into the house.

"Nice house..." I said as I looked around.

"Yes. But it's too big for one person," he said and he sighed.

"You are not married Mr.Quinn?"

"No. Why? Do I look like a married man?" he asked and he raised an eyebrow as he sat on the living room couch. He opened a beer and laid against the back of the couch.

"I guess not... how old are you?"

"You really shouldn't ask your teacher that."

"I'm sorry," I said and I looked down. My eyes caught sight of a high school diploma.

"Oh," he said and he stood up and tool it down from the wall.

"You're twenty-two," I said quietly.

"Ah so you read it," he said and he sat back down. "Yes I'm twenty two," he said and he dropped his diploma onto the ground.

"If you're so young, why do you live in such a nice and expensive house... Surely your salary..."

"My parents passed away when I was nineteen... the house was in the will," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said and I looked away. "I know how you feel."

"Do you?"

I didn't answer. Instead I took a deep breath, bit my lip and walked over to him. Hesitantly I went and sat in his lap and I looked at him, my heart racing. I leaned in but he pushed my face away and lifted me off of him.

"Jane what are you doing?"

"Mr.Quinn... You have me for the entire night... You know what I am right?" I asked.

He places a hand on his forehead. "Of course I know what you are... Oh Lord... but that's not why I brought you here."

"It's not...?"

"Your sister even said it. This is your first day on the job... You're first time. Don't waste it on some random pervert. Don't get into this..." he said and he turned away from me.

"You brought me here... because you didn't want me out there...?" I whispered.

He didn't look at me and didn't answer.

"I-I don't know what to say..."

"Don't go back," he said. "I will not tolerate any of my students to be exploited and anything else. I will not allow it."

"It's my job!"

"I will report you to higher authorities."

"You'll call the cops on me?! What then? Have me arrested?!" I barked at him.

"It's better than having you sell yourself in the streets to dangerous men," he said and he looked outside his window.

"I need the money..."

"You're parents provide you with enough food, don't they? Just what would your parents think if they knew what you were up to?!"

"They would hate me and be disgusted. But the thing is... my parents are dead!"

His face softened and he sat down. "Jane... I didn't..."

"Of course not... but Rebecca and I can't afford to live with the little job she has at that fast food place... We need extra money... That's why..." I began. "I'd do anything... anything to support myself and Rebecca. That's why I'm so desperate for money that'd I'd do something like this."

He closed his eyes and looked away. "Forgive me Jane," he said.

I nodded. Tears began to form in my eyes and I bit my lip to refrain from crying.

He noticed this and looked at the ground. "It's okay to cry," he said. "It's at times like these that it's okay to let everything out."

That was the cue. At that moment I dropped to my knees and burst into tears and sobs. I cried in the same spot for at least an hour. I couldn't stop, the tears over flowed from my eyes and my throat began to burn from all the sobs.

"Here," said Mr.Quinn quietly as he reached his arms out to me. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me upstairs. "We can just sleep in my room," he said and he lightly placed me in his bed and covered me.

"Th-thank you," I said in between sobs.

He laid beside me and patted my head. "All this time... those sobs ad cries have been locked away. Jane... if you need to cry... then cry. Don't leave them and say everything is alright when it's not. I'll be here for you okay? Come to me when ever you need someone..."

"Th-th-thank you... s-so m-much," I said softly.

"No problem," he said and he gently ran his fingers through my hair.

It was soothing and peaceful. I enjoyed this time with Mr.Quinn. Normally at school he was rather strict... I was happy to be able to see him like this..."