prologue
miranda:beyond the streetsprologue
“miranda stepped out into the city night, her heels clicking on the sidewalk. She'd been on these streets for years, selling her body to survive.
but tonight felt different. Tonight, she felt a spark of hope.
She dreamed of leaving it all behind – the clients, the danger, the shame.Miranda longed for a life where she could hold her head high, where she could be more than just a body for sale.
As she walked to her next appointment, Miranda wondered: Would today be the last day? Could she find the courage to leave the streets for good? Her heart beat faster at the thought of a new beginning.”
voice:must be in deep thoughts huh ?
i turned to look , i cleared my throat .
me:no .
I said as I walked away . I entered the club then went upstairs where my client is . I opened the door , he's on bed drinking his glass of whiskey and holding a cigar on the other hand . I closed the door then catwalked to him .
I took the glass of whiskey and the cigar then place them on the side table .
me:are you ready for the game ?
he chuckled .
him:i was actually born ready .
I faked my smile as I started kissing him slowly taking off his clothes , I rubbed his man hood then licked the tip of it . I started sucking it like it was my favourite lollipop , he cummed .
he ripped off my lingerie and shoved his cock in me , I gasped as I digged my nails into his back , he was pounding so deep and hard inside me ...
(sigh) my name is miranda martens , i am 26 years old , i was raised by my grandmother but the world had to be so cruel and take her away from me when i was only 16 , i had to force myself to grow and be a woman , that's when i started this prostitute thing . but i like it , it's what brought me here , i have an apartment and a car because of this thing . but i hope some day I'll find courage to stop whatever I'm done and that will be the day I met my lover .
my name is miranda martens , grab a camp chair , shades and a champagne as you join me in this journey of mine .
subtitle : from survival to redemption
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