Streetwalker

South Beach, bustling with traffic, was exciting to me as Q, Unique and I made our way down the streets trying to find a place to settle. Unique and I found a man on a motorcycle signaling us, and we both claimed on and rode to his apartment. Apparently he was not a 'serious' customer, and we didn't even get any money from him. We were lucky that he even gave us a ride back to where we were picked up. We kept walking, but without any luck. Q was not happy that things were going so poorly. We Got back on the bus, and rode to a motel where we began to settle in. We needed to make some money; Unique told me that I really needed to give Q my cash as a sign of trust in him. He wouldn't let me down. It would be worth it if I trusted him. So I gave him over two hundred and eighty dollars. Everything I had.

We pushed the beds together, forming one huge bed, removing the night stand. Q had us get undressed; he didn't want us wearing anything at all when we were in the room, particularly not in the  bed. 

It was painful sex. It was horrible sex. I was his property now. Unique was marked as his with a large 'Q' tattooed on her left thigh. They wanted me to get one. 

This was the first time I really engaged in sex with a woman; but neither man nor woman could take away the pain that was growing in my chest, in the pit of my stomach. 

Unique and I were sent out to the bus stop on the corner to try to turn some tricks. It was freezing; the pair didn't approve of my clothing, and so I borrowed one of Unique's one piece, sleeveless onesie shorts outfits. It was too small. It dug painfully into my crotch, rode up my backside, and was too little fabric for such a cold April night. 

Unique slacked off - all night. She sat on the bench. Smoking. Not even trying. I tried so hard. I just wanted to make it. I didn't want to make Q angry. 

But we did. Q was very angry. We were supposed to bring him at least three hundred dollars each, he said, make something, he said, not be so lazy, he said. 

We slept for a few hours, and went back out the next morning. I did, at least. Unique was too busy snorting coke and getting wasted. 

She said she was tired. I told Q I would make it up to him. He told me I had better prove my worth. 

I spent hours in the hot sun, walking the street, finding men...who never followed up. 

It felt like failure. My skin was red and burnt. It was too hot and the rays were too intense for me too be walking for hours upon hours in the sun with no sunscreen, no protection, no rest. No water. 

I finally gave up, and went back in to the room. I told Q I tried. 

He was upset, but he just said we'd try going closer to the beach. 

That's where we headed next. 

South Beach.