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My heart stutters, and I whirl around, my cheeks burning. “What?”

It’s not an answer to his question, but judging by the way he smirks, my reaction was all the answer he needed.

“Yup. Thought so,” he drawls, leaning back in his chair. “Someone like you? Of course you are. I can work with that.”

“What are you talking about?” I demand, trying not to sound as humiliated as I feel.

He just keeps smirking at me with that infuriating look, dragging his gaze over my body again. “I’m not putting you up on my stage, but there are a lot of men out there who would pay a lot of money for a virgin pussy, no matter what kind of girl it’s attached to. If you’re serious about needing money, there’s a woman I know who’s been looking for untouched girls for her whorehouse. I could hook you up… for a percentage of your take.”

My jaw drops open as it hits me in a rush what he’s saying.

I wouldn’t be stripping.

I’d behooking.

For a long moment, I don’t say anything, my stomach churning as my mind reels. This wasn’t at all how I expected this conversation to go, and I feel stunned, caught totally off guard.

“When I say a lot of money, I mean a lot of money,” Carl continues, speaking into the silence when I don’t say anything. “Ten grand. Maybe more, if you make it good enough and someone’s desperate enough—or has a real big fetish that they’re willing to pay out the ass for.”

Dammit.Dammit.

That’s so much money.

That’s almost enough to cover the rest of this semester’s tuition, and I could cover the rest with the tiny amount of savings I have.

Still, I hesitate, staring at Carl as if I’ve gone catatonic.

I don’t want to say yes. I know what it’s like once a woman gets into hooking. I grew up living with a prostitute, and I remember all the things my adoptive mother had to do. There were weekends when johns would come and go from our house just about all day, it felt like. I could hear them sometimes, grunting and cursing and calling her all kinds of names, while she just moaned and pretended to enjoy it.

I never wanted to follow in her footsteps, and now I’m staring the gateway to that world right in the face.

But there’s no other way to get the money I need. Maybe if I had more time, I could figure something out, but between classes and shifts here, it’s not like I can pick up another job. Unless I want to attempt a small scale bank robbery, there aren’t any other options.

And it’s not like saying yes this one time means that I’ll be hooking forever. Carl’s offer is pretty specific. I can only sell my virginity once. Once that’s gone, I can take the money and get out.

I feel sick to my stomach, but I can’t turn this chance down.

“Okay,” I whisper, my throat tight. “I’ll do it.”

The lanky man smiles, looking pleased.

Of course he is. He’s about to get a payday too, and he’s not the one who has to spread his legs.

“Alright.” He nods. “I’ll get in touch with my contact at The Rose Garden and tell her I’ve got a girl for her. Come see me tomorrow night, and I’ll tell you what she’s got lined up for you, yeah?”

“Okay,” I murmur again.

His gaze lingers on me, and for someone who was just calling me a freak a minute ago, the look on his face is lustful and skeevy.

“Good. Now get out.” He jerks his chin. “I’ve got shit to do.”

I walk out of his office and finish my shift in a daze, the deep thud of the bass matching the pounding of my heart. As soon as I’m done for the night, I grab my shit from the back, changing into my regular clothes as quickly as possible.

As I leave the club, the tears I’ve been holding back all night sting my eyes.

God, I can’t believe I agreed to do this.

I already feel sick and dirty, and I haven’t even done the deed yet. But I don’t have another choice. This is for my future, and it’ll all be worth it in the end.

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