My mind fought to comprehend the fact that he’d singled me out. It wasn’t that I was unworthy of attention or unattractive but this was something ...hat I was almost obstinately unaware of at 18. I was a tall slim girl of 5’6” with fine, shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and a runner’s physique. I’d a pretty face although I wasn’t close to being in the same league as the likes of Donna Simpson or Jessica Andrews. I found I could live with my breasts even if I did feel a little short changed. “Who?” I ask continuing to file my nails feigning nonchalance.“Don’t play the ditz Kassidy. It isn’t becoming of you.” He sighs annoyed. I look up at him furious and am about to protest but he continues. “The poor guy has it hard enough at that school, he doesn’t need you seducing him.” He says then changes the channel on the TV.“Do you even know what the hell you are talking about?!” I demand abandoning my act of nonchalance.“Leave him alone Kassidy. You know he has moral standards, don’t ruin. I livedin a flat with another prostitute and once home she got out the gear andprepared a couple of heroin injections for us. I was absolutelyterrified. No way was I going to inject heroin. I declined to heramazement and woke up after a short while shaking like a leaf sweatingand screaming. Layla expertly gave me the shot and I immediately feltcalm and satisfied. I was a whore and a junkie.Over the next two weeks I worked every night in order to satisfy myhabit. When I awoke one morning to. I yelped, “Careful. Don’t hurt me and do it properly” I cried out, “Unhook my bra before pulling out”He did, and my fair globes of fun popped out for them to enjoy. Hands grabbed me roughly, and I moaned. I then took hold of the hands and gently massaged my boobs using them. I made the hand spread its fingers and made it grab my nipples in between… MMMM! I like that. I left the hand to continue the job, and went looking for my next conquest.Jay had already pulled his jeans down to knees, and I.