“She’s a nice slut.” “She doesn’t complain, just takes it like a good lil bitch.” “Ima be fucking her for a long time.” “Nice little fuck toy we got here.” “Perfect hood hoe.”
One of them brought a camera to my face as I was being fucked from behind and started to “interview” me. Let’s get back out there now.”
I went back out and drank my unfinished drink. “That’s small change,” he said. I knew the role I fulfilled in their lives. I struggled to find my skirt and spent a few moments looking for it. I looked at it and it was a tablet/pill. There were no feelings, no real friendship, or bond. When it was time to pick my outfit, I knew there was no need to be coy or cheeky. I met all of them and noticed that they all kept looking at my body up and down. What if I got into a relationship with another guy and decided that I no longer wanted to be passed around like a joint?
