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“What do you mean fake it”? I asked in wonder. 

“Well whenever I’m with a guy I fake my orgasm, I make him think he’s the best, i don’t attach love, or even life along with it, I just do it, do it good and get it over with”. 

“Why did you keep doing it if you didn’t like it”?

 “Hah! nobody likes it! Are you crazy? We do it because we aren’t qualified for jobs that pay enough, we do it because we have been doing this so long we just can’t get another job,this is our family ya know”? 

“O, I hate it! I don’t ever want to do it again!” 

“Hun I hate to tell you but your going to have to do it again”. 

Dana’s tone turned from cheerful and free to strict and serious. 

“Ya I know, I wish I could leave, But... 

(I looked off into space thinking of my old home)

I cant go back, I can’t ever go back”, 

“Look, just keep up what you were doing, relax and fake it, not to fast though, and don’t just lay there either. Put some passion in to it, don’t make him feel like he’’s with a blow up doll, or reading a dull book. Make it like an action movie”!

“Does it really work? Do you think that I should?”

“LOOK! If you don’t it can get dangerous, yes it does work. And yes not only do I think you should, I KNOW you should”.

Dana lit up a cigarette and offered me one, grabbing it I inhaled feeling the smoke enter deep inside of me. Savoring it for a few moments I tasted the nicotine as I lay my head back relaxing, then exhaling watching the smoke disappear into the air. 

“So do we get paid for it at least”?

“Yes Kane pays us, we pay him rent, thats it. The men are charged for intercourse only $100.00 for 30 minutes. For oral and intercourse in thirty minutes is $200.00. For oral only its still $100.00 every 30 minutes. No condom is charged $50.00 extra. I ended up getting on birth control going down to the free clinic.

 Anyways thats not important, you probably once you get going be making 7 hour nights 3 days a weak, about a average of $700.00 a night because half goes to Kane. So like $2,100.00 in a 3 days time. Wait no! Your younger so I forgot Kane’s getting more for you add 50 dollars more a half hour in there so like about, this is estimated now, $1,000.00 a night maybe a little but more so like $3,000.00 in a 3 days time. Thats getting fucked at least once every half hour.”

“Thats so much!” “But I still don’t think its worth it, if I could I would have known better I would have ran like the wind, far away from him.”

“Don’t say that ok, you will get used to it”. “Your not thinking about leavign are ya?”

“If I get the chance”.

“NO! YOU CANT!, You have no idea, its dangerous leaving like that, your life will be sought after by Kane! Believe me, I would have left too”.

Now I was scared realizing I really was stuck. Feeling deep inside a need to move, to leave to get away! I couldn’t though. i was imprisoned to this life for a very long time. How would I get married?

“How do you get out of it, I mean I don’t see a lot of grandmas walking the street corner”! 

“The pimp retires you”. 

“O”

I felt so dirty, so wrong, yet I had a new friend and she would help me, I knew she would. She sat by me on the bed with the t.v in the background as she put her arm around me and patted my shoulder. She began telling me the do’s and don’ts of my new work. I listened, especially when she taught me how to fake it. 

I never wanted to get hit again, I was stuck and the next thing I could do was at least be safe. My bruises didn’t only leave a temporary mark on my skin, but  a permanent one in my memory. I would never forget the pain of being paid to be beaten up and raped. I needed to learn to work with them, to not be beaten. Maybe then I wouldn’t go crazy. Maybe then I could live with myself a little more.