Chapter 1.

Lydia was exhausted when she entered her run down studio apartment. She had met up with two johns today, and one of them had rough her up a bit more than she was use to. She dead bolted her front door and slumped down against it. “Come on Liddy, be a big girl. Wipe those tears, pull your panties up, and continue on with life.” Lydia reached up and wiped the tears sprouting from the corner of her eyes, flinching when her hand ran over a bruise on cheek bone.

“Fuck that prick, better not have messed up the merchandise.” She thought to herself as she picked herself up off of the door and walked into her kitchen.

She kicked off her high heels and dropped her bag on the couch on her way there. Rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen Lydia realized how badly she needed to go grocery shop. Settling for a bag of ramen, she started up her kettle on the stove, and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and a fork from the drawer behind the sink.

While waiting for her water to boil, Lydia walked back to the main room in her apartment. She grabbed her bag and emptied the contents out onto table. Karl, the man who’d roughed her up, had left her a wad of cash on the nightstand before her left. It was his way of apologizing. He didn’t want Lydia to tell Mia, the madame, about his rough behavior. If Lydia snitched Karl would be taken from the guest list as this was his 3rd strike. Finding what she was looking for Lydia picked up the wad of cash and counted it out. Karl had tossed her $400 in  twenties. Lydia sighed, and decided not to rat Karl out this time. She needed the extra cash, and Karl was a regular.

From her kitchen, her kettle let out a loud squeal signaling that her water. Lydia walked over to her television and moved the rug beneath it aside, uncovering a loose wooden floor board. Without much prying the floor board came up and Lydia grabbed a shoe box out of it. She opened up the box, and sifted through the money inside, $2,600. With the additional $400 from Karl, Lydia would have just enough money to cover her mom’s hospital bill for the month. Lydia sighed with relief, moms medical expenses were adding up quick.

Before her mom’s car accident, Lydia worked at a quaint little restaurant downtown during the mid morning afternoon shift, and afterwards she’d go to school at the community college to get her business degree. But when her mom was hit by a runaway driver, and placed in a medically induced coma, all Lydia’s plans of finishing college had gone out the window. Lydia dropped her classes and picked up extra shifts at the diner, but before she knew it she was up to her eyes in medical debt, and behind on the mortgage. Lydia ended up selling her childhood home to help pay off some of the debt, but it only lasted so long, especially since they were upside down on the mortgage. Waitressing just  wasn’t bringing in enough income to provide for both a studio apartment and paying for medical debt at a long term care facility. Lydia broke down crying at the diner one day, and one of her coworkers ended up telling her about Mia Novella’s escort service. She’d told Lydia that her cousin had been an escort there and ended up bringing home on average $5000 a week. When Lydia went home that night she looked up Mia’s escort service and gave them a rang, and now here she was sleeping with random men and dating rich men on occasion. In the beginning Lydia didn’t sleep with anyone, but she quickly realized that just by dating the men she wasn’t bringing home nearly enough money.

Lydia placed the box back into its hiding place, making a mental note to head to the hospital tomorrow and pay her mom’s most recent bill. If she paid in cash she got a 20% off discount which worked great for her since most of her money was given to her in cash form.

Wondering back into the kitchen Lydia poured the hot water from the kettle into her bowl of ramen and grabbed a fork. She quickly scarfed down her noodles, throwing the bowl and fork into the sink, and headed to shower. Showering was her favorite part of the day. During her shower, when she was able to wash all the filth of the day away,  she felt like the woman she was before her mother’s car accident.

Lydia quickly stripped off her clothes and threw them in the small laundry bin she kept next to the linen closet. Upon entering the bathroom, she looked I’m the mirror and grimaced. She’d need to use a lot of coverup tomorrow, she could already see a  nice bruise forming under her eye where Karl had hit her. For a moment she let her thoughts drift back to that moment.

“I said fucking strip you filthy whore.” Karl slapped Lydia’s ass.

“Oh, is this what you want Daddy?” Lydia blinked up at Karl innocently pulling her tank top strap down off her shoulder on one arm, and then following suit with the next, leaving the tops of her breasts exposed.

“Mmm much better that’s a good girl, show Daddy, your tits.” Karl undid his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking himself while he watched Lydia undress.

Lydia popped her breasts out of shirt and gently tugged and squeezed on her nipples. She let the tank top fall down below her waist, and then slowly moved one hand down her stomach stopping at the top of her skirts waistband.

“Get over here.” Karl growled pulling Lydia towards him. “Get on your hands and knees and beg for daddy’s cock.”

Lydia dropped down on her hands and knees and reached her hands out towards Karl’s cock, taking it from him.

“Please daddy,” she begged with her bottom lip sticking out. “Please can I taste your cock.”  Lydia knew exactly what to do and knew how to behave with Karl. This was her tenth meeting with him and all had been the same. Karl loved getting his cock sucked, and loved dominating Lydia.

Karl reach forward and grabbed the back of Lydia’s head thrusting her mouth down onto his cock. He roughly fucked her face while standing. Thrusting his hips at her, and her face towards him. He tried to get her to deep throat him and Lydia gagged, Karl brought his hand back and slapped her cheek hard repeatedly while fucking her face deeper, bringing tears to Lydia’s eyes. Finally he grunted and Lydia felt his hot seed spill down her throat.

“What a good whore,” Karl smiled.

“Here,” he said tossing a wad of cash at her. “For your troubles.” And then he zipped his pants up and left the room.

Lydia flashed back to the present, tears springing in her eyes again, as she reminded herself how low she’d sunk. How her morales had been thrown out the door for money. She reached for the bottle of mouthwash and cleansed her mouth for the umpteenth time since Karl had came in it.

Her phone light up buzzing signaling she got a text message. It was from Mia.

“Karl wants to schedule you again, same time next week, are you available? And you’ll need to come into the office for your weekly STD testing.”

Lydia shuddered at the thought of seeing Karl again, but she knew she needed to keep him on her client list, at least while her moms medical bills remained this high. She quickly texted Mia back.

“Yes, I am available, and okay, I’ll come into the office tomorrow.”

“Perfect” Mia Responded back.

Lydia shut off her phone and started up the shower. She turned the hot water on full blast ignoring the cold. She stepped into the shower and embraced the hot water, her ivory skin instantly turning red at the heat. The hot water was also her form of self punishment, she needed to cleanse herself. Closing off her mind, Lydia relaxed in the heat of the shower, knowing the pain would only last a few minutes until her body became use to it.