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'Fuck her, bitch. You keep doin' what you're doin' for Martika, right? She knows what's
right for you. Ok? Jessica? She does fuck all business. She's just jealous. Listen to
your friends. We got your back, bitch. Never forget that.'
'C'mon, get out there and fuckin' sell yourself, bitch. Get with the programme...' says
Martika, getting us all back to the agenda on hand. Selling cunt.
I saunter up to a guy on foot, reel off my prices and get him down the alleyway for a good fuck up against the wall. I like that. It takes my mind off of what's just happened. That should be of no concern to me. I'm the 'business', remember? I'm here to make my owner some coin. That's all there is for it.
There's more cock....some time spent waiting for punters...some time chatting and smoking...all before just gone midnight, when I finish up with my punter and get driven back to my spot.
I count out the money, in front of Martika. Cigarette dangling from my lips as I do so.
'There....I've made £750, boo. All for you.' I dutifully hand it over.
Martika smiles, places a hand on my shoulder.
'Good going, bitch. Let's go home...'
End of Pt 6
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