"I'm the pushy queen of slut-town."

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I’m not entirely sure how I got into this.
I used to be a good girl, or try to be. I have pride in myself. Self respect.
Yet today I signed my life over to a Japanese woman I only know from old SIK sorority legends. Her name is Psylocke, and she’s a Doll. A hooker. A Whore.
She took me into an alley at the back of the TT and said to me in her odd, broken-english “I look after you, little blonde bird” and her fingers stroked through my golden hair “you real fucking pretty. Aizzel tell me you need my help.”
I gulped I’m sure, looked away, then nodded. “But I don’t want charity.”
“I look like fucking Red Cross to you? Samaritans maybe? Motherfuckin’ United Nations?” she laughed and it was a cold, hard, bitter sound, like the sting of hailstones on your face.
“No” I had to admit. She looked, in her short purple dress that clung to her athletic thighs and with her Sai strapped around her leg, like a woman who meant business.
“I like you, little blonde bird. You cute. But some my friends...they hate you...you bad for my business.”
Her comment stung. I guess she meant Uncle Val, Auntie Jessi, and all their cronies. But I wasn’t going to let her opinion of me put me down any further than I felt. “Val should grow some balls and stop whining like a girl” I said to her defiantly. “It’s not like he’s the only person I’ve ever staked and made up with afterwards.”
She surprised me then. She smiled warmly. “You cost me lot of fucking money, hurting mistah Val. But maybe you make me more, huh? And Doll’s need tough bitch not afraid to fight” and her eyes watched me like a predator’s. “You virgin?”
I almost choked to death. Stopped, composed myself. “I’m not as innocent as I look” I said, somewhat huffily.
“How many?” she asked me, and I wanted to crawl inside the dumpster next to us and hide, but she wouldn’t let it go “Ten? Twenty?”
The blush rose in my cheeks. “Three times” I kind of half-whispered.
Her eyes held a triumphant look I’m not sure I liked. “That good. You learn, little blonde bird. These debts you have, how many?”
I mentally counted. Three grand in lawyer’s bills for Greenlee, plus interest of ten percent a week. Two grand in therapy bills. Seven in bail fines. “A lot” I said simply.
She gave a curt nod, her purple hair falling over one violet eye and said “I take care of debts, but every penny you earn by stealing, you give to me. Every guy who fuck your pretty little mouth, when they pay you, you give to me. Every time you earn dollah by spreading legs it MY dollah. This OUR secret. Not tell other girls. We got deal?”
Her words frightened me more than a Vampire ever could.
“Deal” I whispered back, and asked myself again, how did I get into this?