It started off as a cruel prank by her ex-boyfriend. It sounded stupid. Like how could selling her body for money start out as a prank? Well, it definitely derived from it. There was a long list of unfortunate circumstances that led to her taking on her night job – to which they all perfectly intertwined with one another, leaving her no real option but this.
It all began with Collin Hart. Ariana dated Collin for upwards of six months, but broke it off after realizing he was a short tempered, spoiled rich boy that was riding solely off of his father’s coat tails. When she briefly began seeing one of his friends, Collin didn’t take it well, pledging to ruin her and her reputation. She just never knew the lengths he would go to destroy her.
It was the spring of her senior year in high school. It was supposed to be a happy time, with graduation and college on the horizon. But even without Collin plotting revenge against her, Ariana was thrust into a scandal she couldn’t get out of. Her father made some bad investments and lost money for many, many powerful people in town, causing his investment brokerage to go belly up and lawsuit after lawsuit to get slapped against him. Her family pretty much lost everything, which killed her reputation at the small private school she attended. That, though, was not enough for Collin. He was determined to get his revenge on her despite her loss of status.
Days passed before Ariana knew Collin even did anything. But during those few days, she received countless calls on her cell phone from random guys “looking for a good time”. She figured Collin just got a bunch of his buddies to prank her by leaving her voicemails and disgusting text message. That was until she saw the business cards Collin printed up and passed out to anyone and everyone, describing the call girl service she offered. Her family didn’t have enough money at the time for her to get her number changed, so she had to endure the calls for months. She was so disgusted with Collin and everyone that went along with his bullshit prank. What she did to him was nothing compared to what he did to her.
Nothing could have ever prepared Ariana for what was in store for her. She was beyond blindsided when she was approached by her father’s lawyer. He told her he knew plenty of men that would benefit from her services if she was looking for some extra cash. She stared at the man, completely blank-faced, unsure what to do or say. She wanted to run far, far away. She couldn’t even believe her situation was so out of control.
“You know, people would pay top dollar for a body like yours,” he told her with a wink, letting his eyes scroll down her body slowly, like he was savoring every inch of her. He was lucky she was already eighteen because she would have sued him for pedophilia or something. He literally made her skin crawl.
“That’s just… no. You’ve got the wrong girl,” Ari stammered, feeling sick to her stomach. She threw her cigarette butt down on the ground and stomped it out, wanting to be far away from the perv in front of her.
“Do you think I’m stupid, Ariana? I’ve done my research. This is you. Your phone number even,” he snapped, showing her the card.
“But—” She stammered, staring at the small business card in his hand. Scrawled across it was her name and phone number, along with a derogatory line implying she had sex for money.
“Don’t fuck with me. I know you and your family need the money,” he threatened, taking an intimidating step toward her.
Her heart accelerated, feeling the fear swell up inside of her as she took a step back. Her body hit the brick exterior wall of the apartment building where her father now lived after her parent’s divorce.
“But, I’m not—” She stammered. She was at a loss for words. How was this even happening?
“But, you could be,” he tested, his eyes narrowing at her. Ariana swallowed hard, feeling incredibly trapped by this creep propositioning her for sex.
“Top dollar, Ariana. Think about it,” he said, finally backing off. She took a deep breath as he turned and walked toward his Mercedes-Benz in the parking lot.

For days, Ariana couldn’t get his words out of her head. Top dollar. She did need the money. What money her mother had left after the divorce was being used to pay Ariana’s younger sister’s tuition at the private school. Ari still had hopes and aspirations of going to college, and as the days progressed, the prospect of her being able to go was looking quite grim. Maybe it wasn’t an entirely absurd thing after all? It wasn’t like she was a virgin. She liked sex. She liked being sexual. Would it be so bad to do it with strangers? Could she do it with strangers? Maybe. She wasn’t entirely sure.
She didn’t even let her father know she was coming around the next time she knew his lawyer would be stopping by. She just stood outside smoking her cigarettes waiting for John to leave her father’s apartment. How appropriate that his name was John, when she was contemplating making him her very first John.
“Mr. Turner—” Ariana said, stepping out of the shadows, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
Once the surprise washed away, a sly smile turned up his lips. He knew exactly why she was approaching him and she felt all wrong about it.
“Did you have a change of heart?” He asked, his eyes raking up and down her body.
She almost wished she hadn’t dressed up, because she didn’t like the way he was looking at her. Before she left her mother’s house, she felt the need to make herself look appealing, in tight jeans with a tank top and push-up bra that thrust her breasts up, gaining instant attention. Feeling incredibly dirty with herself, she threw a plaid button up over her top to mute the sexual appeal slightly, but it wasn’t really working. His eyes stared at her cleavage for longer than they looked in her eyes.
“Let’s talk,” she told him.
“Come,” he said, nodding to his car.
Ariana followed him obediently to his Mercedes and got in the passenger side. He started the car up and drove out of the parking lot.
“What are you doing?” She snapped as the fear bubbled up inside of her.
“We’re not doing this here,” he snapped, giving her a look to tell her just how naïve she really was.
“I never said we were doing anything,” she choked out.
“You know you will though, don’t you? The prospect of the money is just too hard to let go of,” he told her confidently. Ari sunk back into the plush leather seat and closed her mouth. He was right.
He parked in the back parking lot of his law firm and cut the engine. It was incredibly dark in the car and with every second that passed, Ari was regretting her decision.
“Why don’t we start off slow?” He offered, turning his body toward her.
“Wh-what do you mean?” She stammered. She felt so uncomfortable and, more than anything, she wanted to open the car door and run away from him as fast as she could.
“Are you familiar with giving blow jobs?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
The thought of giving this man a blow job was enough to make the bile rise in the back of her throat. But she swallowed it back and nodded her head.
“Good,” he said, smirking deviously at her.

When she was done, after she crossed the line of no return, he drove her back to her father’s apartment, handing her a one hundred dollar bill for payment.
“The more you do, the more you’ll get paid,” he told her. Ari swallowed hard, her throat scratchy, her mouth feeling violated.
“Like I’ve told you before, I know a lot of men who will pay top dollar for a body like yours, sweetheart,” he said and winked at her.
“Y-yeah…” she stuttered, unable to look at him.
“Are you interested?” He asked, curiously. She hesitated slightly, but knew should couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
“Yes,” she said, having to build up the courage to even say it.
“Good. We’ll keep in touch. I trust you haven’t changed your phone number?” He asked.
“I haven’t,” she said and shook her head lightly.
“Good,” he said with another unsettling smirk in her direction.
Ari took it as a cue to get out of the car. She didn’t want to spend another second in his presence. She pulled her button-up tightly against her body and walked quickly to her own car. She was a hundred dollars richer, but she felt like she had no dignity left in her. It was something she was going to have to learn to get used to.

Over the next few months Ariana built up a small clientele consisting mostly of married business men that no longer found their wives desirable and would rather pay for sex than get it elsewhere. Her first real time was with a guy that once worked for her father. It was incredibly awkward for both of them at first because they knew each other in the vaguest of senses. They didn’t really know each other, but there was a familiarity that Ari found incredibly disturbing when doing something like this. The man was one of the men her father had a hand in screwing over and when it came down to the act of sex itself with him, the more he got into it, the rougher he got with her. Like he was taking out his aggression over what her father did to him on her. In the end, she was sure he felt guilty because he handed her a wad of cash that later on turned out to be nearly a thousand dollars. She was astonished that something so little got her so much.
And she knew there was no going back. She was in.

Notes

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