Hayne blushed his face turning a bright red nearly pink as she sat down on his lap. "hmph..." He said as she landed. "No, no , no, i couldn't ask you to do something like that...", 'Then why did he pick her up he thought to himself.' "i mean after you are being so generous as to cook, and i'm not even able to pay you." He squirmed underneath her. Obviously feeling uncomfortable. His member beginning to meet the resistance of his pants. He prayed she'd get off of him soon. He was so turned on, but still he wasn't even able to pay her. How could he think of asking for her services. And the more he thought about it the more he realized he just didn't want to be alone tonight.

His actions made her laugh a little. "No....It's alright..." She said to him. She was a better cook than him by far. Before her aunt took over the company and kicked her out on to the streets she was taking classes to learn to cook. She had learned from the best of the best......the problem was she only knew the basics. so if he wanted her to cook something fancy it was out of the question. His demeanor changed from bold to bashful pretty wuick...and she noticed. "Hmmmmm...." She walked over to where he was sitting and plopped down right on to his lap. "Since you asked me so nice for my services earlier....I suppose I can give you some type of reward. "Would you like it before it after dinner?????" She left the choice up to him.

As she spilled out the plans, and arrangements. He was already saying yes, but Hayne didn't want to seem to eager, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful either. He took in a breath to calm himself. He wasn't able to stare at her directly. She was just to pretty. He'd never seen anyone like her. And even in his drunk state overwhelming with self confidence. He wouldn't normally approach a girl like her. But knowing she was a lady of the evening he felt froggy. But now seeing her in a different light. He was reverted back to his more bashful state. He nodded. "It's a deal." He wiped a tear from his eye so she couldn't see. He blushed when she commented on his looks. He shook his head no. "you are my guest i should cook for you right? What do you like to eat? i mean i'm not the worlds best chef but..." The alcohol was beginning to wear off. He could tell. He was becoming more nervous. He gulped. What if she could smell no good.

Was this guy serious? He was so sweet, and so very gentle. She did not understand why he was so lonely. In high school Roxy would have died to date a guy like this. She looked down at his hand holding her clothes then looked back in to his eyes. She could tell that he was twisting and turning inside. "How did a sweet kid like you end up coming to a person like me?" She moved back from the door and closed it. "Alright....let's make a deal....." She walked with him over to the kitchen table and sat down across from him. "I can tell you need someone to keep you company....and I need a place to hide from my...." She looked down and mumbled, "my employer" When she said employer she meant her pimp. "If you let me stay here every now and again then I will keep you company." The word company was a little more polite then calling it sex or something else. She knew that they would not have sex everytime she came over. She could tell that all he really wanted was someone to call his own. He needed someone to love him, and take care of him. The problem was Roxy could not afford to really have feelings for anyone. She was to ashamed of her job to really let anyone in to her life. After all...who could ever love a whore? Though Roxy had never had a client she was still embarassed. She had never even been with a man! So this whole thing was a little scary to her. Roxy smiled a little as she looked back up at the man, "You are kinda cute. Why don;t I cook something for you to eat. How does that sound?"

Hayne thought the money would be decent. He knew it wasn't alot, but he never expected service to be so expensive. As she began to walk for the door. He realized that no matter what he couldn't be alone tonight. Be gently gripped onto her clothess as she headed for the door. His innocent eye's locked with her eye's in a moment of silence as she was trying to exit. "please...i know it's not much..."He searched his mind to find the correct way to express what he was trying to say. Maybe...maybe i can do installments....i...ah..."his eye's darted from side to side as he thought. "i will get paid next week. I will give you the rest then...so please..." his eye's pleaded with her to stay. "i just don't want to be alone." he finally said. He held back his tears of sadness, and lonliness.

"Is...." She looked over at him looking in to his wallet. "Is that all you have?" She asked him. She raised her brow and let out a sigh. Her "employer" (pimp) would kill her if she did not come back with a little money this time. every night that passed without her making any money made everything worse. The man that employed her was short tempered, demanding and violent. He did hit her her from time to time or he would make her do unmentionable things to make up for the money she did not make. She was so ashamed of the things she did with him. He never used penetration with any of his "women" he would make them (the ones who did not make money) give oral. To even think about the act made her quiver. She closed her eyes and pulled the strap of her dress back up. "I cannot accept your money." She said to him as she headed for the door. Maybe if she got back out to the streets she would be able to make a little cash before the night was up. "Talk to me when you have a little more sweetheart. " Before she made it out the door she felt a gentle tug on the back of her arm. Letting out a soft sigh she turned around to face the young man. "I cannot do this with you. Please let me go." His gentle eyes are what kept her from walking out on him.

Now inside his home she decided to get straight down to business. He would be her first client EVER. "How much do you have?" Roxy asked him as she began to slip out of her dress. The strap of her dress slinked down and remained there. Waiting for his answer. "I only take cash...". She headed for the bedroom and sit down on the bed.


Hayne blushed as the slip of Roxy's dress slowly began to descend. A heated feeling inside of him began to really think this was a good idea, and at the same time he began to think this was a bad idea. He gulped. "Ah..uh..." He reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. He opened it up to see he had only $40. He looked up at her, then back down ot his wallet. 'This was the money for food for the month.' He looked at her body again. "$40" he thought that, that should be plenty. He'd never done this before.

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Hayne looked at Roxy. His eyes lighting up gently. "sounsh good." HE took her hand lightly. "I don't live very far from here." He lead her to an old looking apartment building. He stumbled over a step leading to his small studio on the first floor. He got himself up and dusted himself off. He walked over to the room with a metal b-5 on the door. He kept trying to get his keys into the hole. He was a little nervous. It was easy to tell by the way his eyes kept shifting back to her. He quickly pushed open the door. "This is my home, make yourself comfortable." He smiled. He wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do. "um...what i mean...how? Do.. i.. just..?"

He stood across the room from her very tense.

The other girls watched as the bumbling fool threw himself at Roxanne's mercy. "Come on Foxy Roxy Here is your chance to FINALLY make a little money!" Roxanne looked at the strange young man crosseyed, and confused. Where did he come from? She had never seen him before. Roxanne thought she knew every face and name in these parts. "Are you lost?" She asked him in a sharp tone. She was not upset with the young man, just embarassed. The sight of the two laying on the ground together must have been funny as hell. The group of whores across the street all laughed at once. "No wonder boss has not kicked you out yet! If you keep that up you will never make any money!!!!" Those women were ruthless to those who did not fit in. Roxanne happened to be one of those people that did not fit in. She was like a bull in a china shop. Compared to the other girls she was a whole foot taller, and about fifty pounds heavier. She was not fat, and she was not thing. She was fit, but not like a body builder.

As the rest of the women got their rocks off by laughing at Roxanne and the young man she carefully rose to her feet and helped the young man up as well. Releasing a deep sigh she looked down at her shoes. "I just bought these....." She said quielty to herself as she slipped her feet from out of the shoes. The left heel had snapped in half, and the right was bent. Roxanne gave the man a dirty look for a second as she thought about what she could do to him for causing all of this. "I can take him for all he is worth..." She thought to herself. "Fine." She said to him with a smile. "I will go with you." Roxanne tossed her shoes aside and walked with the man away from the red light district.